Chapter 47: Echoes of the Dark Elves
Kaelith looked at my outstretched hand. She slowly slipped the dagger back into its sheath and took it.
Her grip was calloused and firm.
"Alright, lead the way."
We left the Obsidian Bungalow behind and stepped out into the night.
For the first time since we had arrived in the Kingdom of Iron and Steam, we were not hiding.
We did not need to stick to the shadows or wear heavy cloaks.
The upper district was beautiful in a harsh, industrial way.
Brass streetlamps cast a warm, golden glow over the polished stone streets.
Kaelith asked, "Where are Nyssa and Rolf ?"
I answered, "Nyssa and Rolf are both gone for the evening. Nyssa is dining with the Prime Minister's family, and Rolf is out charming the Registry receptionist."
I looked at her and said, "It is just the two of us now, walking the high bridges that overlooked the sprawling, gear-driven city below."
My words filled with hidden meaning.
