Their Plea
When Erend and Eccar followed the apprentice through the winding corridors of the Palace, they couldn't ignore the uneasy murmurs around them. Small groups of Elves stood in shadowed corners and whispering in worried tones.
They cast glances as Erend and Eccar passed, bowed with respect with faces etched with concern. Though no one spoke directly to them it was clear that rumors had already spread through the palace and everyone knew something unusual was unfolding.
Exchanging a quick glance, Erend and Eccar silently acknowledged that whatever they were about to face was already stirring tension among the palace inhabitants. That can't be good.