With my tail twitching anxiously, I turned about, searching for anything that Luke might enjoy. I could spend hours wandering among the blossoms and elves, breathing the scents of spring and enjoying the warm, summer sun. But what would a dark, brooding man who knew nothing but war enjoy in a place like this?
I spotted a small booth tucked between the ruins of a second-story restaurant and a small cottage-like shop. Both were abandoned, having yet to be repaired from the battle, yet a young, golden-haired elf kept the stall. She peered around, hands clasped at her waist, eyes darting from face to face as the crowd flowed past her. Every time she seemed about to call out, she froze, biting her lip and staring at the ground.
"Let's try this way," I said, looking at Luke.
