I took the opportunity while I was getting the dead elves out to the pyres made by Mere, to see if the bullets in their bodies matched the ones I saw in the hunters’ lair we just found. They don’t, which means, that while those hunters knew about this place and what happened here, they weren’t the ones to capture Mere’s brother and her brethren.
Merethyl’s grief is palpable, and I knew that when it came time to say goodbye to her parents, she would struggle. One good thing about dragons is that we have good memories. Because her song was something that sounded like it came from the earth, I was able to pick it up easily so on our final night of laying her dead to rest, when Mere couldn’t sing the words, I did it for her.
Each night, after we’d send off the next group of dead, I’d curl up
