Once upon a time there was an elf. He wasn’t a magical elf – just a very quiet, slit-your-throat-and-leave kind of elf. He preferred the...

"That Union of Trades in their towers of polished stone look down you,” rasped a breathless Mearaithe, his lungs now becoming accustomed...

Farm life was good. He was happy, tending to sheep and cattle, gathering the harvest, visiting the village of Ekrinaya, and trading goods...