Lynn shifted uncomfortably in his chair, knowing what Hill's smile meant at that moment.
The 'Teraxil Elves' were the same, a mocking smile creeping onto their faces whenever that Divine King was mentioned.
Once, the Elven City Guards were the proudest Crusaders, unable to tolerate even a jest about elves.
But the more they heard, the less they could refute.
Elves were stubborn, not obstinate!
They had come to realize that these so-called 'Teraxil Elves' had nothing to do with real elves anymore, except for an elven appearance.
If they wished, they could easily don disguises of Dwarves or Gnomes as well.
They were just mercenaries hired by Coron.
Though they appeared as elves to other races, Lynn and his companions knew differently, it was not the same.
Thus, the elves in the City Guard had recently become more active, aware that should the mercenaries leave, the city would have to rely solely on themselves.
