TRACE WOOD
Kree stood when she approached the table, then sat again when she sat..Ivy was making his way over to the tables but he kept getting intercepted by women and serving maids who wanted to chat with him.
dipping a bit of bread into the egg and eating it.. Kree nodded.Tracewood is the Brothers and sisters to my own Black Timber, if you read the histories, out two homes as well as the Highpeak dwarves, fought a very short lived Civil war against the Emperor because we would no give up Ironwood trees, or the massive Black Walnut trees... our druids and sages manage what will be harvested and what will not be.
The Ironwood elves , whored out thier trees and now suffer for that... they are regrowing some... using Druid magics and such... butt hey let the lure of gold, almost kill thier homeland... the war was short..the humans ... the Iron wood Elves and the Dwarves of Ironmound, agaist us... we could have burned Tou to the Ground..perhaps had i been alive at that time..I would have!... Tork surrendered to the tracewoods.. as they had no real hate for thier neighbors ...The Emperor gave in, they have to settle for what Iron wood we will allow them to harvest, and , over the decades there have been 100's of foresters who have been slain, because they tried to sneak into the forests to cut down a tree or two.
..so?..when we reach Ironmound? you may not see as warm a greeting as we get in the trees.
taking a sip of the Cuffe, he added a bit more honey, the sipped again...we are not the bright and Shiny heroes you hear the bards sing about... be are as savage as our enemies...but... on;y ..TO..our enemies.. we behead most foes, so they cannot
come back as undead.... we sake slavers to dead trees and stumps, on the highways to server as a reminder to any who think slaving is a good way to earn coin...
he looks at his plate for a moment as if piecing the words together then continues,we have... I have..done darker things to slavers then most might imagine.. I have no concern, what i did was right.... we have had slaver footsoldiers, beg for thier lives as they cried out 'i had no choice..they would kill my family".... well? they did have a chocie... they chose thier family over the lives of others... after all ? what is a stranger's life to you...right?...but that choice cost them thier lives.. as painfully as any slave owner or slave master...they could have struck in the night, killing fellow slavers..maybe even the group leader?..or? they could have run off, and made the slavers have to chase them, thus saving others , inadvertently..but they did not... they took children from thier parents, killed those who resisted and should women into pleasure camps..all because they were 'following orders" .
he pointed a forkful of egg at her and said,when the time comes to be harsh, and evil to evil folk.. yu have to decide if you can do that....if yu cannot.. you have to get out of the way...because i am not changing how we punish slavers.