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We left the throne room and made our way through the halls to the stables. Xander walked even with Durion and glanced over at our fae friend. “How firm is your father with these terms?”
A bitter smile slipped onto Durion’s lips. “You are kind to use the word ‘terms,’ but I fear the humans will see them more as demands.”
“If these humans are like we normally are than he’s trying to fit a square box into a round hole,” I quipped.
Durion glanced over his shoulder and nodded. “That is what I fear.” He stared ahead and sighed. “I know he means well for our people, but we would not tolerate such conditions.”
“What terms would you request?” Xander asked him.
Durion shook his head. “It is not my place to question my father’s decisions. I am entrusted with carrying them through to t
