"This should be fun. We are one day closer to the battles of the races!" Scylla was a little too interested.
"Battles of the races? The craftsmanship competitions will show more promise. We need new genius in the forges to make me a new pickaxe. I want the best earth dwelling pickaxe that can crack boulders in a single swing." Adding the kind of the deep caves didn't seem to help. Walker didn't doubt that he could already smash boulders with a single thought let alone a pickaxe.
"I am just honored to be part of this with those that helped my people in our time of need." Leon was much more reserved. Alma could have spoken up to but she had taken a spot next to Gil in her best clothing. They were ornate ceremonial robes with blue ivy patterns. They had been made especially for Alma to represent the elves. Some had water symbols and others had forest like symbols. They would gain more patterns for every elven people that came together under her. It was a brilliant idea.
