To Caranque they go

Eugène and Melba started their way straight south from Marsilia’s Gate headed to Caranque Forest, the journey started silent for an hour, until Melba said “So...”, “Yes?” Eugéne answerd, “umm… nothing”, they went on until sun rose “we should sit and have breakfast” Eugène said. After Eugène spread butter on his bread and put some chicken breast he roasted on the fire he asked Melba “Something has been troubling your mind since we left, what is it?”.

-Errrm… – Melba’s cheeks were getting red.

-Yeah?

-So you are no faithful to your wife.

-Believe me, I am. There is no partner each of us have the other is not aware of, most of them we have shared. It comes handy our rhemor light magic can be use as contraceptive.

-I see, but your own daughter and her boyfriend?

-What can I say? She is not a child anymore, she can make her own decision, and so can we. Besides, since we are family and deeply love each other, if anything it is better justified to have extramarital sex with them than with anybody else. And you didn’t seem that troubled last night.

-I can see some logic there, twisted, but logic anyhow. And your right, it was weird, but I enjoyed every second of it.

-Since it’s settled, shall we dig in?

-Let’s.

It was noon when they arrived the boundaries between the meadows and Calanque forest, and as they did...”Have you hear some branches crack?” said Melba. “No, but you are the sharp hearing-sense subterfuge-stealthy-spy lady of the two of us”, “it doesn’t matter, it must have been just a rabbit or a boar”. Half an hour later the did her something “Who goes dare?” – it had to be an elfling sentinel from the cell’s camp as the voice was so far no other race could have seen them yet. “It’s Melba, let me in”. “Yer are our arrow supplier an' neither av yer seem ter brin' any”. “Better yet, we bring you a proposition, LET US IN!” – demanded Melba. The firs face they met was that of an elfling “We only leave yisser derdy halfling bake in 'ere cos yer flog arrows ter us, yet, not only yer broot naw, but alse a filthy rhemor accompanies yer”.

-Haud yer wheesht, Rehe. At leest they arenae some coward elflings.

-Pelork, whaen oi'm finnish wi' rhemori oi 'ill punnish yisser foul gob.

-Well, I suppose you have met the cell leadership already. Perlok, Rehe, this is Eugène – said Melba.

-Tell me why ye 'ere before oi put an arrow throug yisser chest.

Several minutes of discussion later: “Yer canny expect us ter trust a rhemor for an allience against yisser own kind” – said Behe. “It’s not my own king, it is a group of traitors that oppress my brothers as well as yours, and besides I have personal reasons” – Eugène showed the scars on both sides of his thorax. “Interestin'. But we hae mair pressin' issues an aw as impediments” – said Pelork. “Well that’s better than a no” – said Melba. “So how can we scratch your back?”. “Uir equipment is underwhelmin', we ur disconected frae other cells an' as wer ur paraiahs uir relations wi' baith cliff dwarves an' coest elflings ur tense. fur starters ye Ah want ye tae ease sic' relations an' gie as much support frae th' ye can gie. besides Ah hae personal issues wi' mah former fowk” – said Perlok, “shut yer bake Perlok, feck dat scon are lettin' rhemors into elflings' territory” said Behe. “If it is the cliff’s caves where you want us to go on diplomacy, there we will go” – said Eugène. “Intruders!” – screamed a voice, a dwarf approaching Perlok, “hoo mony ay them?”. “Tois kimmers an' a cheil, rhemor”, “awe rite, arrest them”. “Wait...” – said Eugène.

-Kill dem – said Behe.

-Dwarves huckled them, it is dwarf business. Sae it is yer guidwife an' dochter. we ur gonnae need some token ay yer guid intentios, sae ye ur gonnae th' cliffs while they bide haur. thaur, we will th' loon free tae accompany ye. Consifer it an act ay mutual troost.

-It’s fine honey, we will be alright – said Dara.

-Fine, but since you said you have also have some personal matters as well, you will come wi us as well, Perlok, you will tell us on the way there – said Eugène.