Grenneth's dilated eyes glanced upward when the mysterious magical glowing crystal orbs on the witches house began to flicker. The fair elf quickly dropped his sword, and put up his hand up in surrender as he backed up, swaying slightly as he walked and creating big elaborate sweeping hand gestures with his hands, "No need  to shout! Lets talk! We need to make peace!" he said holding up a limp wristed right hand up in the air as sign up truce and then spread his arms outward, "Would you like a hug!" he asked grinning over at the other witches... and paused at they didn't seem be very happy at the moment.<br/><br/>Suddenly when he turned back, Abigail was lying on the floor. "OH... she is a sweeping," Grenneth remarked and then looked up at the Elderly woman, frowning.  "So did we... but it was bigger than yours.....really big! A beautiful city, with a beautiful white walls and towers! And fortress! a secure fortress to protect the Portal on our side!" he announced waving his arms about, "Not like this one, look... look at the walls... they are hallow." he announced as he picked up his dagger began carving holes into the sheetrock. "Look its just white dust!" he demonstrated, and then punched a whole inside. "So you are white witches.....We had Elven mages....  but they are dead....dead... they were extremely powerful mages... but after several months they were too weak to fight! The vampires, and shades climbed over the wall at night... picking them off one by one until finally we were too weak to keep them back," Grenneth reached upward and rubbing his face then began biting at his nails.   "But don't worry, I closed the portal on that side so that nobody else can come through on the other side," he grinned, "You are safe with me... I have the master key! ." he paused, "Don't tell her," he pointed down to Abigail, "She is a human, you can't trust humans, you never can tell what they will do," he informed the Elder Witch matter-of-factly.