To Astranaar

A few hours later, everyone had waken up. The tents were gathered, the campfire was put out and we were soon on our way. It took us a few hours to get to Astranaar. The dwarves had prepared us for the reception we would receive from the enigmatic Night Elves - hospitable yet formal, like the ancient trees that surrounded their city.

However, it was midday by the time we arrived. I was surprised to see the town deserted with the exception of a couple of guards. Why was it so quiet?

“They are called Night Elves for a reason, my prince.”, Korant was quick to explain. “For them, midday is the same as midnight to us.”

I felt silly for asking, but it made perfect sense.

The dwarves informed us that they were going to the inn and they suggested we have a long rest. When I asked why we didn’t simply continue forward, they explained that they had important matters to discuss with the local Elven lord.

It seemed like there was nothing else to do, but wait.