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during the day. There was a smaller entrance to the right of the main gate, which was where Henotairin led Flare.
Henotairin was smiling at Flare’s incredulous look. “That wall is magnificent, isn’t it? I understand that it took a small army of dwarves, as well as some powerful magicians, to build it.”
Flare was quiet as Henotairin led him through the wall and into the courtyard. He was beginning to worry about what would happen if King Darion turned down his request, but it was sort of late to be thinking about that now.
Inside the wall, the palace grounds were beautifully laid out, with trees planted along the walkways and well trimmed lawns. He could see several fountains placed around the courtyard. The courtyard itself was monstrous, being at least five or six hundred yards across. Off to Flare’s left, was a free standing circular tower that rose one hundred feet or so high.
The palace was in the middle of the enclosed area, and was simply breath taking. It was made out of block, which was similar to the wall, except the castle block was whiter. The palace was ancient, with parts of the castle looking like they had just been constructed yesterday and other parts looking like they had been there for a thousand years. There were numerous towers and battlements around the exterior, some of them had banners flapping in the wind. In the dark it was hard to make the pattern out, but he felt confident that the golden sun flew on those banners. Flare could see the lights coming through numerous windows, as well as guards moving along the battlements.
He followed Henotairin into the palace. They apparently were expecting them, because they went unchallenged. The interior of the palace was different from what he had expected. The interior of the palace was much more closed in than the elven palace. Some of the walls were plain stone, and others were painted off-white colors and had various human paintings hung on them. Suits of armor, as well as various weapons were hung on the walls. The palace was well lit with lanterns and torches, which kept the shadows at bay. There were exquisitely crafted spiral staircases and beautifully carved statues. Flowers and plants were used to accentuate the stone work, and he relaxed as he looked at all the different types of plants.
Henotairin had been observing him with amusement. “So Flare, what do you think? A lot of this stonework was done by the dwarven masters. Impressive, hum?” He waved his hand toward the walls of the palace. “This palace has been here for several thousand years. Oh, not in the same state of course, I mean parts of the castle have been torn down and rebuilt over the years, but the Telurian castle has existed in this very spot since before the Demon lord wars.”
“Yes, it’s definitely not what I had expected. I expected things to be more dark and dirty. I guess that's just the impression that the elves have of humans,” Flare responded.
“Humans are not all bad, just like not all elves are good. Some of the nicest and most honest people I have met are humans.”
Flare was surprised. He had always believed that humans were deceitful and untrustworthy. But here Henotairin was telling him just the opposite. Henotairin had the most contact with humans of any elf that Flare knew, so his opinion was confusing, but his opinion also made him feel better, because maybe the human half of him was not so bad after all.
He was deep in thought as they walked through the palace. Henotairin was walking too fast for Flare to take in everything, but what he did see, amazed him. He saw large ballrooms, and dining rooms. They passed what appeared to be a colossal throne room, and he just managed a glimpse. All throughout the palace, guards were posted at the entrance to doorways. They closely watched the elves as they passed by.
The two elves were passing an entrance to what looked like a rather large ballroom, when a man emerged from the doorway walking
Henotairin was smiling at Flare’s incredulous look. “That wall is magnificent, isn’t it? I understand that it took a small army of dwarves, as well as some powerful magicians, to build it.”
Flare was quiet as Henotairin led him through the wall and into the courtyard. He was beginning to worry about what would happen if King Darion turned down his request, but it was sort of late to be thinking about that now.
Inside the wall, the palace grounds were beautifully laid out, with trees planted along the walkways and well trimmed lawns. He could see several fountains placed around the courtyard. The courtyard itself was monstrous, being at least five or six hundred yards across. Off to Flare’s left, was a free standing circular tower that rose one hundred feet or so high.
The palace was in the middle of the enclosed area, and was simply breath taking. It was made out of block, which was similar to the wall, except the castle block was whiter. The palace was ancient, with parts of the castle looking like they had just been constructed yesterday and other parts looking like they had been there for a thousand years. There were numerous towers and battlements around the exterior, some of them had banners flapping in the wind. In the dark it was hard to make the pattern out, but he felt confident that the golden sun flew on those banners. Flare could see the lights coming through numerous windows, as well as guards moving along the battlements.
He followed Henotairin into the palace. They apparently were expecting them, because they went unchallenged. The interior of the palace was different from what he had expected. The interior of the palace was much more closed in than the elven palace. Some of the walls were plain stone, and others were painted off-white colors and had various human paintings hung on them. Suits of armor, as well as various weapons were hung on the walls. The palace was well lit with lanterns and torches, which kept the shadows at bay. There were exquisitely crafted spiral staircases and beautifully carved statues. Flowers and plants were used to accentuate the stone work, and he relaxed as he looked at all the different types of plants.
Henotairin had been observing him with amusement. “So Flare, what do you think? A lot of this stonework was done by the dwarven masters. Impressive, hum?” He waved his hand toward the walls of the palace. “This palace has been here for several thousand years. Oh, not in the same state of course, I mean parts of the castle have been torn down and rebuilt over the years, but the Telurian castle has existed in this very spot since before the Demon lord wars.”
“Yes, it’s definitely not what I had expected. I expected things to be more dark and dirty. I guess that's just the impression that the elves have of humans,” Flare responded.
“Humans are not all bad, just like not all elves are good. Some of the nicest and most honest people I have met are humans.”
Flare was surprised. He had always believed that humans were deceitful and untrustworthy. But here Henotairin was telling him just the opposite. Henotairin had the most contact with humans of any elf that Flare knew, so his opinion was confusing, but his opinion also made him feel better, because maybe the human half of him was not so bad after all.
He was deep in thought as they walked through the palace. Henotairin was walking too fast for Flare to take in everything, but what he did see, amazed him. He saw large ballrooms, and dining rooms. They passed what appeared to be a colossal throne room, and he just managed a glimpse. All throughout the palace, guards were posted at the entrance to doorways. They closely watched the elves as they passed by.
The two elves were passing an entrance to what looked like a rather large ballroom, when a man emerged from the doorway walking
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