At a glance, Eccar could feel their hatred. It was plain in Lyrel's eyes and sharper in Caelthar's tense shoulders and the way his hand lingered near the hilt of his blade almost on reflex.
The two Elves looked at the village across the river not as scouts observing a target but as wolves baring their teeth at an old enemy.
Eccar frowned slightly. He didn't know what kind of deed these humans had done in the past to earn such hate.
From what he had seen, the Elves commanded vast territory, perhaps the strongest and most enduring kingdom in this world.
Why then did they harbor so much animosity toward humans who were supposedly a weaker race compared to them? If they truly hated them why hadn't they wiped them out long ago?
His eyes slid toward Krono. If anyone knew the truth it would be him.
Krono caught his gaze. A flicker of understanding passed between them without them saying any words.
"Later," Krono said simply.
