Dungeon Master 7 by Vall Eric

Author:Vall, Eric [Vall, Eric]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2019-08-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Haruhi began crafting our disguises long before we docked, and I sat in a chair at the table as I watched her slather light foundation over Morrigan’s markings. The mage sat completely still and watched the sage work out of the corner of her eye. They spoke softly to each other, and I listened in for a moment.

“You are from a pure bloodline, aren’t you?” Haruhi asked as she brushed the foundation onto the elf’s cheeks. “I read that the purest bloodlines have the whitest hair.”

“I am, I come from the High Elves,” Morrigan stated in her emotionless voice as her dark eyes watched the movement of Haruhi’s hand. “My bloodline has been around for many hundreds of years.”

“That’s so interesting,” the sage smiled as she stepped back to admire her work. “I don’t know much about elves and their society. There isn’t much written about them, in fact, there was only one book in the library about them.”

“Yes, you are correct,” The white-haired woman uttered as Haruhi held up a mirror and showed Morrigan her reflection. “Elves are very private, we have never allowed humans into our society, not even once. Those who breed with humans are tainted and considered lower than us.”

“But what about Master?” Haruhi asked as she tilted her head curiously.

“Master is a god, which overrules all notion of pedigree and breeding,” Morrigan interrupted with a firm shake of her head. “If we are being technical here, Master is the prime breeding partner for all kinds.”

“Wow, really? The catkins don’t have anything like that in our society. I mean, there are upper and lower classes, but it’s mostly to do with money and status, not pedigree.” Haruhi informed us as she dug through her bag and pulled out two wigs then offered them both to the elf.

One of the wigs was a long red one, similar to the color of Rana’s hair and the second was a deep chocolate brown, cut short and slightly curly. Morrigan’s dark eyes moved over the two choices then pointed to the dark brown one.

Haruhi nodded with a small smile and began working on tying up the elf’s long, colorless hair into a tight bun at the base of her neck. Then the librarian pinned back any of the elf’s stray hairs. The sage bent back to her bag and pulled out a brown fabric cap and placed it over Morrigan’s pinned back hair then slipped the wig on over it.

Haruhi gingerly brushed the wig and pinned back the sides, then took a step back to admire her work. The sage nodded to herself as she appreciated her work then rummaged through her bag again and pulled out what looked like a thick black pencil. Haruhi bent forward on eye-level with Morrigan and began to draw zagged lines down from the elf’s eyes.

“What are you doing? What is the point of this?” The elf asked in a curious voice. “You covered my mage markings, why are you drawing more on?”

“Galencia is a place of warriors,” I stated, and both of their heads turned to look at me.

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