Greeted by Jenna Greensbro

True to her words, the elven princess remained steadfast by the necromancer´s side. They were both properly received, and the Duke himself called him a great hero for surviving such unlikely odds.

"Elwyn" the elven princess answered when asked. The Dove, Alorric´s niece, surprisingly did speak elvish, but Elwyn only smiled coyly when asked for her version of the tale. She was more verbose in showering Farthof with endearing terms, and neither the Duke, nor Galathia, the queen of the elven hills, opposed the idea of marrying the two.

There was no honeymoon, for in the very next morning Alorric once more summoned his necromancer. "My raven" he called him "I have asked my niece to represent me in Byrulon´s court, she is young and likely to charm the court. You, on the other hand, I ask you to learn the ebb and flow of the power in the land"

And this was how the two of them arrived at the king´s court. Elwyn cowered from all the attention she was receiving, her light and ellusive beauty reduced most women to vulgar tramps in comparison. Farthof merely enjoyed her suffering, and heard what the many nobles had to say. Their tongues were largely unruly when they were trying to impress a woman, even a married elven woman that barely understood a word of what they had to say.

Lady Jenna Greensbro is the first woman to approache the couple. The flame haired muse is one of the few here that could rival Elwyn, but where the elf resembles a distant star, Lady Greensbro´s beauty is more ripe, like a summer fruit ready to be savored.

Unlike others, she was patient with Elwyn, trying to find the words she could understand. It eventually turned into a language lesson, where she would point in the direction of an object, and the two would shares the words in each language. Elwyn flowered under the budding friendship, smiling and laughing gayly when a specific word sounded either crude, or funny.