They got towards the top of the peak and he spoke up. "They aren't exactly friendly, just warning you."
He pulled himself up, tilting his head slightly. “A few. I was transferred around between various elf communities after...” He cleared his throat and shrugged. “But I haven’t been here recently.”
“Yeah. That’s intentional,” he said, moving forward. “They don’t really want to be visited by people other than elves.”
They walked forward, his violet eyes keen as they moved through the fog. Eventually, it cleared slightly, revealing a tall wall made of mud and stone and topped with barbs and spikes. The gate they came to had a symbol in the center and Rowan placed a hand in the center. The metal groaned as it shifted, parting the way for him.
He frowned but led her forward none the less. A small village loomed up in the distance and she would be able to barely make out pale beings looking out to them, completely still.
