Seth McMahon, to his credit, realized he was the last to arrive. The Outlanders were punctual, he wanted to say until he realized his distance was the farthest from the Outlander's lords.
Elves in her flowing satin robe with the symbol of the half Moon on it made it clear to the gazing lords who she was. She had dyed her hair silver just to exaggerate and fool the Outlanders' lords.
As they approached the camp prepared for the purpose at hand, Seth's confidence skyrocketed as he saw the confusion in their stares.
A young gallant rogue cut the grounds to them. His strides were large and confident, his eyes were dark and searching, his lips quickered up in a condescending smirk.
"What's the home dog doing amongst the foxes?" He asked in a deep, certain voice. His gaze spears Seth's int
