The Elf(1)

The village easily had a population of a few hundred. In the middle of it was a large town center with a fountain that was shooting out sparkling jets of water. All of the jets surrounded a statue of a wizened man who looked mischievous, with a sparkle to his eyes and a smile playing on his lips.

The sculptor had to be appreciated as the statue was entirely lifelike. In another time, Daneel would have loved to study it, but at the moment, his eyes were rooted on the member of the species that he had fought, once, before making amends and adding them to the roster of those firmly on his side.

The elf wasn't very tall. Like all those of his species, he was slender, with light skin that slightly sparkled in the sunlight and gentle features.