“Do you need anything?” the little man asked.

“No, we are set,” Merla said.

We were in a room carved out of living stone. Chairs were carved into the walls, some at the wee-folk height yet some that could fit us full grown humans.

“Good. I am glad to meet you in person at last, Merla the farseeing and Lorunce the abled ear.”

I was about to ask how he knew our names, but Merla began to speak. She was quicker in the brain than I was, so I let her be the leader, though typically our people are more male dominated.

“The pleasure is ours. What should we call you? Perhaps Silriend, Lord of the Small folk?”

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