You reached the designation and went upstairs where you saw the small company sitting in the spacious hall.
- Muja! - Kisat called him - That's the outfit I was talking about - she spins around - What do you think about it?
- Magnificent! - the elf barely could swallow the bite - I think it wound fit the Grove of Huaghty Pathos perfectly. The tastes in capital are far from our outbacks'. I think you'll be an excellent part of ensemble.
Ivety stared at the queen with a look expressing many emotions: surprise, condemn, excitement, envy...
- Good. It would be even better with the crown but I've got other plans for it. By the way King Likot has decided to join me in the journey. Can you find him something more "metropolitan"? - Vellokum laughed.
- I'm afraid we don't have clothes of that sort. Please have a sit.
Elfess chokes imagining her husband with chains on his groins. Others were doing their best to not express any emotions.
- So what we have in menu today? - Kisat sat on the left side of Muja, and you sat on right side next to your wife.
- Elves are children of the forest. It feeds us.
- But there is no meat on the table...
- We didn't expect high guests. If we knew earlier we'll provide meat meals.
Kisat chewed a piece of some tops:
- King Likot shared with me that your grove is loyal to dwarves and our "methods" of foresting.
You wanted to intervene but our mouth was full of bread. Muja continued:
- We are ok with that in a reasonable amounts.
- Thats nice! I have something to offer.
- We need steel, iron...Anything we can forge normal weapons from, not that wooden pokers that Capers have when they come to us. But we must admit their sticks are really sharp...
- I could send a squad of armored warriors with real weapons if you want. They will protect your grove from the atacks of neightbours and you can grow fruits, cultivate land and any other things you do here.
Muja wawed his ears:
- That's an intriguing offering. But despite our loyal attitudes the direct neighbouring with dwarves is too much for us now. Our cultures are way too different.
- I can't deny it - the queen nodded - I understand.
- I hope you'll tell a word in our favor to snow elves. We are in disfavor now and you are rulers of two Mountain Homes...
You finally swallowed the bread:
- We will dad, don't fret! - you slapped his back
He staggered and looked at Vellokum. The dwarfess raised a cup to propose a toast:
- Don't fret... - she sipped the vine.