"My whole family is dead," Aramil Galaedon said quietly.
"Your whole family is not dead, you still have" The High Priest's sentence was cut off by the cry of Aramil. The High Priest scolded himself for being so blind. This child was only 60.
"THEN WHO IS ALIVE?" Aramil cried out desperately.
"The rest of the elves."
"It's not the same," Aramil said, sobbing. Then, he left.
"Move and an arrow will find its way into your heart," one of the elves cried out.
The companions were perfectly still. After about ten seconds one of the elves finally jumped out of its tree, right in front of them.
"What business does a drow and a human have in the Moonwood?" The voice held no hint of fear; then again he did have about a hundred companions.
Then, the elf noticed something else. Jarlaxle could've sworn that in all his days he had never seen any kind of elf give that venomous a look.
"You wear the weapons of one of us. How did you get them?" Even as he spoke other elves came down to look. All of their gazes were on Entreri.
"Callahan! What did we discuss about your weapons practice?" Mistress Takari cried out. This kid always got on her nerves.
Callahan looked up at her.
He had incredibly dark green eyes, an incredibly rare feature among the elves and one that seemed to always spell disaster. His hair was a fairly normal silver and his face as fair as any other elf's. Callahan had a slight build and was incredibly agile, even by elven standards. He was particularly good with his fingers. Of course the only weapon he seemed to understand was the bow. He was at the top of his archery class. Of course in every other class he did horribly.
"Callahan, do you even practice?"
"Not much," he said in that monotonous voice he used continuously. Takari tried to remember when she had last heard emotion in his voice.
"What am I to do with you, Callahan? You don't learn a thing in this class."
"I don't care to learn, at least not from you," he said simply.
For a moment Takari was ready to lash out at the young elf. She managed to hold back her anger just in time.
"Who do you want to learn from?"
"I don't know." Callahan would've said more, but Takari interjected.
"Then how can you say you want to learn from some other elf?" she cried.
"I don't want to learn from an elf!" Callahan cried back.
Takari was to stunned to even do anything as he walked away.
"They were gifts," Artemis Entreri answered. The elves didn't seem to believe him.
"From who?" the lead speaker questioned.
Entreri tried to think how he was getting out of this one.
The elf drew back his bow. "From who?"
"Aramil Galaedon," Entreri stated. Instantly, all of the elven bows were up.
"You're coming with us." With that they started walking towards the elven encampment.
At about the same time Entreri and Jarlaxle were heading towards the encampment Callahan was beginning to pack.