The Long-Forgotten Urge to Disappear

Hill looked at the question written all over Lynn's face and sighed heavily.

"If this is Corellon's will, the elves—at least the ones here in Aglaia Town—will do their best to get along with these adventurers from elsewhere," Lynn said solemnly.

He thought Hill was worried the elves would reject outsiders.

How could they? The elves had been taken in themselves, and Corellon's divine will was behind this.

"I'm not worried about that. I'm worried you'll be in for a shock." Hill's unreadable smile gave Lynn a terrible feeling.

"Come to think of it, the commander of the Silver Shield Knights has dealt with those adventurers before," Hill said thoughtfully. "Here's what we'll do. Bring Telly to the mayor's residence, and I'll have Martha invite the commander. Martha and Liszt can fill you in together.

"The leaders of the Elven Crusade should all come. There are things you'd be better off knowing in advance.

"I don't know what they think of Demon Faeries, but I can tell you this: compared with the adventurers who call themselves the Undead, Demon Faeries might as well be the angels of order at Corellon's side."

Lynn's expression changed.

He knew exactly whom Hill meant. Corellon had two divine messengers. One was Lashriel, chaos through and through. The other, Fileraisel, was somewhat more orderly.

Even chaotic elves preferred Fileraisel to deliver their messages.

If even Demon Faeries, a race born to play pranks, counted as orderly angels beside the Undead, Lynn could hardly imagine what the Undead were like.

Seeing that Hill had no intention of saying more, he stood. "I'll go back and wait for Liszt and Martha. Hill, at least tell me how many might come."

"There should be eighty or ninety million Undead in Telashir. I don't know how many can enter