Looking up from the shadowy glow in her palm, the Drae's obsidian eyes glitter darkly. "Now, you see just what I went through." The Elf-woman trapped within a hold of shadows and, what appears to be a pair of Shadowfiends, spit at the Drae. "You lie, Witch! You slaughtered my children to get our attention. What better way to do that then force a vendetta that would end one, or both, of our lives. Why would you kill them!? They were newly born. Infants in the span of your, or my, life." The priest, eyes narrowed at the Elf, wiped the saliva from her face, glanced quickly at it, and then backhanded the elf as hard as she could.
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