And so a strange scene unfolded.
Twenty elves sat chatting on the grassy hillside, while more than 230 trolls rested and chatted below.
A hundred meters apart, they left one another alone. The atmosphere was harmonious. Yes, harmonious! An elf or a troll kept running back and forth between them, exchanging greetings.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk's chatter was utterly inane. Have you eaten? What did you eat? Meat? You eat any kind of meat? How barbaric. We have conjured bread here. Want some? We'll send some over. You must be exhausted after running all this way, and you'll have to head back again soon. Have a bite, or you won't have any strength left. It's not poisoned!
The elf interpreter running back and forth actually ate half a piece of bread in front of the trolls. A few trolls tried it too, and nothing happened to them. Eventually, the elf messenger simply stayed near the middle instead of coming back. Yu Lin Bloodhawk had far too much nonsense to say.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk shouted from his side, and the interpreter translated what he heard for the trolls. The trolls likewise sent one of their own who spoke Elvish to stand near the middle. They shouted whatever they wanted to say to him, and he relayed it to the elf.
The Farstrider officers were speechless at what this battle had become. They had just killed more than seventy of the enemy. Their blood had yet to finish draining, and now they were giving them bread.
Later, the officers on both sides ran out of things to talk about, so the two interpreters in the middle started chatting instead. It began when the elf interpreter grew thirsty and used Conjure Water to make himself a bottle of water. The troll interpreter was thirsty