The climb up Little Tooth, the smallest of the Dragon's Spines, is enough to exhaust you. It is only the beginning of your struggle. Before you reach Elohin some four days and as many mountains have been left behind.
From the summit of Mount Adramor you can see the elven city, its glittering walls and massive towers as ancient as the mountain stone. You can just make out a large slave caravan at the city's gates, not necessarily a bad sign if they are selling rather than buying.
You have only the three silver pieces with you that were in your purse when you left Gutandor. This meager amount of money won't get you far in the elven city, but perhaps you can find someone who will aid you.
Still, there are many possibilities in this ancient city. It is not known to be welcoming to humans, but you may find allies, treasure, or aid within its walls.
You nod with new hope that you may yet make it to the druids and set off down Adramor towards the natural bridge that leads to Elohin. It is almost a full day's journey down the winding mountain path before you arrive before the ornate Elohin gates.
A thin elven guard in the golden armor of Elohin's city militia stops you with an upraised hand. He speaks to you in the lilting tongue of the elves and when you shake your head that you don't understand he repeats his query again in the common human tongue.
"Humans are not allowed in the city unless they are on business. What is your business?" |