Akello got on his knees and sunk low into the big grass, and Siltral watched. Then looked at Fable. Then back to Akello, who looked more animal through the pattern of the swaying grass. It look immense will power—more than keeping a literal demon in oneself—to not sigh. Luckily, Siltral had taught himself the will power of a god over the centuries. So, he took his old bones and followed suit. Creeping like the critters in the grass.
“AAARGH!” Siltrals ears rattled as both men screamed. He immediately shot up as well, but froze, still as a statue as the other elf was absolutely still. Siltral’s eyes narrowed as he gazed at Aardal, his annoyance growing with each passing moment. How could this be? Aardal, the ancient being, the demon in the stories, was standing right in front of him, looking every bit as real as Akello. And what was he doing with a packed lunch? A demon’s lunch? The absurdity of it all made Siltral’s head spin. But in the blink of an eye Akello was on top, Aardals book was slamming shut, and Siltral found his face in its perpetual scowl. Looked like Akello was handling this, so he went to crouch and inspect the bone necklace—not before briefly peeking at the lunch.
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