Barnaby, Ben and Jake surround a campfire. Their tents behind them.
Barnaby, fists clenched looks at the fire.
"Barn -" Jake began.
"We should kill the king."
"That's not funny."
"I'm serious Ben. The Wise Old Elf told him about the rot and he didn't do anything to help. He completely dismissed him and now multiple elves are injured."
"But going after the king, Barnaby, that's dangerous. We can get killed for even talking about."
"C'mon Jake, this isn't the first time. Almost all the fairies see us elves as weak and useless despite us doing a majority of the work. We need to change that."
"It's been -"
"Don't start that shit Ben."
"All i'm saying is that we should try to get some sleep."