"Later, around a campfire, a little ways off the track, the elves shared what
food they had. Dried, salted fish and fresh berries from the woods. They ate very little,
the farmer observed, and
so the farmer ate no more than them, for fear of seeming greedy ...
The elves seemed content with their own company, laughing and
joking in their own
foreign tongue. Shooting wary glances the farmer's way, to make sure
there was no trickery afoot ...
Bundon had half expected to find that elves did not sleep at all.
The three of them were up
half the night, drinking their sour wines and laughing over stories in their
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