"...what?"
"He was in Elvardia at dawn. He burned two of my cities before breakfast. He has not touched a single elven settlement today. Not one. Why?"
The dwarven king took a step toward Black Fang.
"You elves voted to kill him the same as we did. You should be craters next to my craters. Why am I the only one bleeding?"
Aelindra's eyes narrowed. The implication landed one beat after he'd spoken it.
She opened her mouth to say her piece, but Black Fang's chuckle arrived first.
It was low and wet and it did not leave her throat cleanly. Blood had settled in her lungs somewhere in the last few sessions and the laugh tasted of it, but it was amused all the same.
"Women."
Aelindra's hand went still.
Ragnar's single eye snapped to her.
"What."
"Elven lovers." Black Fang tilted her face a lazy fraction against the wall. "He does not particularly wish to watch them weep over their forests."
Myrasyn's remaining eye had widened all the way.
