Inside the luxurious carriage at midnight, the beautiful Bladesong was still surprised by Aaron's forthright request.
Although some knowledge had already spread beyond their people, the path of the Bladesinger remained a closely guarded elven secret. The elves jealously protected the secrets of bladesinging, ensuring that no other beings could profane the legacy of their sword songs.
This was unlike the elves' former willingness to share knowledge, teach magic, and provide supplies to humans and many other mortal races. As a result, many human scholars believed the Bladesong Path involved the secrets of Arvandor, the realm of the Seldarine, making them all the more interested-and even somewhat resentful.
"Since you elves have already taught us so much, why not teach us the secrets of bladesinging too?
Elves are so stingy!"
-The complaints of human scholars
Yet even from the few scattered details that had leaked out, humans realized that the Bladesong Path was far too profound for them. The vast majority lacked both the emotional capacity and the time to complete the training. Only a very few half-elves, guided by elven mentors, could successfully become Bladesingers.
Aaron's request was so direct that the beautiful Bladesong was a little taken aback. Her emerald eyes swept over his face before she folded her arms again and crossed one long, lace-clad leg over the other. "Well, well. I only mentioned it in passing, but our little rookie actually took it seriously."
"What should I do? Should I say yes to our little rookie?" The beautiful Bladesong feigned hesitation. "How about this, little rookie? I'll ask you a question, then decide whether to teach you."
"Go ahead." Aaron knew it would not be that easy.
Elves-especially surface elves-were a race generally inclined toward chaotic good. Like their god-king Corellon, they pursued freedom, wanted to