“It is so much death with these Wood Elves. Skulls everywhere, bones everywhere! How can Elves that won’t harm a tree do so much celebration of killing? And so much meat—none of it sweet, all dull and chewy. They have no sugar and no spices. You know, my brother said that they even eat the dead after a battle. Shamunur hasn’t seen that, but can you imagine?
The innkeeper said this is boar’s haunch, but he did have a strange twinkle in his eye, now that I think about it! Look, look at that skull over by the fire! Does that look like a cat’s skull to you? I hope this ‘diplomatic mission’ will be over very soon.”
