They had been following the trail for hours now and the forest was getting more and more shadowy. “Woman’s brooch, dropped here. Looks like we’re on the right trail sure enough.” “Think she left it deliberately?” Kormak glanced over his shoulder. Once again, he had the sense of being watched. He trusted his instincts enough to pay attention. Something about the way Grogan’s eyes flickered to the undergrowth told him that the ranger was feeling that way too. “If she had her wits about her. They must be praying someone will come looking for them. I shudder to think what those elves will do with their prisoners.” “Slaves?” “Never heard of elves taking or selling slaves, not until the Weaver came along.” Another thought crossed Kormak’s mind. “Sacrifices. There’s a lot of power in offering blood and souls when you’re working magic.” “The thought had crossed my mind. Never heard of elves working Shadow magic either.” “There’s a first time for everything.
