Lore: A Battle of Good and Evil
Freedom wasn't his problem. He had all of it that he could possibly want. He had indeed made a name for himself among the elven world by becoming the youngest military leader but nothing beyond that. He had always dreamed of being something bigger and having people see past his heritage.
He shrugged it off, not wanting to continue the conversation any longer. "Would you care to see where you will be staying?" he asked. "Or would you rather dine first?" He stopped in the hallway.
He shrugged it off, not wanting to continue the conversation any longer. "Would you care to see where you will be staying?" he asked. "Or would you rather dine first?" He stopped in the hallway.
Carnthir didn't argue. Hunger gnawed at his gut. "We shall eat first then." His spirits more raised as his thoughts left his dreams behind at the moment.
"The dining hall is this way," He walked down the hall a few steps then through an open archway. Inside was a kitchen of magnificent size. A marble table stretched nearly the length of the room. It was lined with green chairs that were shaped as giant leaves. "Take a seat where you like." The room contained a few of the soldiers who had accompanied Carnthir on his raid against the Mori Quessir. He walked over and took seat with them.
"The dining hall is this way," He walked down the hall a few steps then through an open archway. Inside was a kitchen of magnificent size. A marble table stretched nearly the length of the room. It was lined with green chairs that were shaped as giant leaves. "Take a seat where you like." The room contained a few of the soldiers who had accompanied Carnthir on his raid against the Mori Quessir. He walked over and took seat with them.
Carnthir introduced him rather quickly to his friends. "And I'm sure you remember this guy," he said introducing the last elf that sat next to him. He was one of the ones that held Thomas at arrow point upon their meeting. His eyes were like crystal, like most of the elves, and shimmered in the light. "His name is Coia."
Coia smiled, "I'm quite sorry about that."
Coia smiled, "I'm quite sorry about that."
Thomas, as mentioned before, was a quiet eater. However, as he ate a piece, he said, "..Amazing...I've never tasted anything better in my life!" As much as he wanted to down the thing, he ate it slowly, and found that he liked it better this way because there was more left to eat. He had manners, and ate politely in front of his hosts/captors.