The walk back into the village was like someone had found the scab that held back all the emotion from when she disappeared and ripped it off. Shen felt the mix of emotion cloud his sight. He felt depressed from her disappearance, confusion over how they had her necklace, anger at the dark elves for Tyrinae and the attack, but worst of all he felt helpless. And the helplessness was over taking the waves of feeling.
Everything around him blurred until he reached the large wooden meeting hall. Though the Wild Elves of the Whistling Wood were not ones for lavished homes, this was grand to their scales. The hall was the only one that was raised off the ground more than a few feet. He trudged up the stairs, the haze of feeling giving way to the clarity of his surroundings. When he finally reached the peak he looked back and forth between the two well carved dragon heads. Both eyes were decorated with a deep amber colored gem. It seemed that even in this midday light they were glowering, eve