Ambrogio’s vampire stared down from his horseback. It was creatures dressed in a greenish cloak made of wool and armed with crossbows, with a peach white face and long pointy ears. “Who are there?” Festus whispered. “They are the elves, guards of Ambrogio and his vampire clans,” Eux replied in a tiny little voice.
A couple of elves with crossbows peered into the oxcart. They whispered among themselves for a while and then ordered Festus and Eux to step outside.
Festus climbed out of the cart reluctantly, followed by Eux. The elves scanned them from head to toe and asked them to kneel in front of them. Festus hesitated at first but the sight of the crossbows pointed at him made him submit to their command.
“Look, this human has a pet troll,” chuckled one of the elves.
“I am not his pet,
