Murcle looked across the room towards' Lazrag, who seemed to be mimicking Murcle's words'; alongside him. As if he'd heard the story, time and time again. Still looking rather sad, he continued. " It was horrific, the passing of friends', burnt to the bone, only recognisable by trinkets' and other personal items'; that never perished in the fires'.

Out on the shore of the lake, we was lost in the woodlands' of unknown territory. The cliffs' you came down from, they weren't here before. Dropsical summoned them, after the battle we had with him, trying to return, to our city. But that's another part of our history. There wasn't many of us left. What you see now, has taken many years' to establish ". He said, brushing his hair back. " Winni, bring us drinks', we have been here a while ". He turned to face a young elf child, " Go now, and ask your mother to prepare for us ". He said, turning again, this time directing his look upon, Corcoran.

" So; there we was, in the middle of what appeared to us; as nowhere. Picking ourselves' up from exhaustion. We shrank ourselves'; as not to be seen; in fear of what might be lurking around. Lazrag, was a trusted reader, from the library of lands', earning himself a title not often given to the elves. Lazrag, the mighty warrior of land. From theory, he was familiar with all the surrounding area's of the city. The books' of knowledge were brought down through the elf travellers', who ventured into human cities', towns' and villages'. It took many years' for us to build up a good collection. Most of the books' were thrown onto the rubbish heap, turfed out by the humans'. We don't like seeing anything go to waste and try to preserve what we can ". He said, brushing his cheeks'. " It was a sad time for us, all of are knowledge, wiped out in a few sweeping moments' of elaborate power ".

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