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Summoneyy devised a remarkably tidy fork for the high elves: blue-eyed loyalty on one road, green-eyed treachery on the other. Blaedy found it interesting, then diagnosed elf fatigue, which is what happens when a people are too lovely to stop multiplying.
Arrowyy immediately imagined some merchant charging admission for pointed ears. Meho, who would apparently pay the toll if it kept nine of every ten passersby from being pretty elves, supplied a crab loudly praising coin and an old miser doing the same with his eyebrows. This was considered evidence.
Then Meho unrolled a long moving curiosity involving a blocky little hero in a nightmare kingdom, calling it the day’s share of clever and alarming artifices. Arrowyy said it deserved a lick. There are hours when I envy a man the confidence to say such things and none at all when I picture the result.
