Lynn shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He knew what Hill's smile meant.
Those "Terrasil Elves" wore the same half-smile whenever their God-King came up.
The Elven City Guard had once been the proudest crusaders around! They couldn't bear to hear anyone joke about Elves.
But the more they heard, the harder it became to argue.
Elves were stubborn, but they weren't stubborn for the sake of it!
By now, they knew these so-called "Terrasil Elves" had little in common with Elves beneath the surface. They merely wore Elven appearances.
If they wanted, they could just as easily take the form of Dwarves or Gnomes.
They were, at most, mercenaries Corellon had hired.
Other races might see them all as Elves, but Lynn and his people knew better. Those were two different things.
That was why the Elves in the City Guard had grown more diligent lately. They knew that if the mercenaries left, the city would have only itself to rely on.
In a place like Toril, the deterrence provided by their deathless kin would not last a year after they departed.
All Corellon had done was give the Elves of Toril a chance to start over.
Corellon truly was merciful. To the Elves, he would always be their father.
But not one Elf of Toril wanted to mention that "Terrasil Elf God-King." He could easily be compared to Corellon and Lolth's son.
One was incompetent and foolish; the other was evil and foolish. That was all.
Maybe it was because they had different mothers? The son born to the current queen was quite capable.
Enough. I shouldn't think about that. Feeling that something was off, Lynn quickly changed the subject. "Anyway, Lolth put a great deal of effort into this!
"Ever since Taiwinar lost his divine power and reputation