I sat nervously on the thick woolen rug in the large room the Grenir guard had brought us too, shifting a bit to ease my anxiety as Rivi and the Grand Elder began the proceedings in the language of their people.
The guard had brought us to a large central building in the back of the village, nestled up against the sloping edge of the valley, which seemed to serve as something like a town hall.
The Grand Elder was a little bigger than most of the other Grenir, his coat a silver-grey rather than white. Most of the Grenir didn't wear clothing, but the Grand Elder wore a broad red tunic, with intricate silver-gold embroidery all along its edges, though it looked a little faded here and there with the passing of time.
[Bell: So…what's up with these guys?]
