Byrday, 10 Drannym, 1007 KR
“Ye hear there’s an elven ship in port?”
“Royalty, I heard.”
“What’re they doin’ here? Star-addled buggers. This ain’t there land, it’s never been. Throw ’em out, I say.”
Nael stumbled over a chord change, and took a break. A delegation in Theore. Times were changing too fast. Memories still too fresh.