Kate rolled up her cloak and knelt on it. She took some soap and applied it to his hair. "This is what we know. The elven king of your ancestors has died. He had no heir and you are the son of Lord and Lady Dayton. Your father was 3rd in line. You were to be traded as spoils of war. However the party you were with was over run and you were sold into slavery. The mages have been looking for you for years. It is rare to find an elf enslaved and word was out your trader was on the ship "Entich". I attend the mage college here in Seville and was sent to purchase you."<br/><br/>Kate gently takes strands at a time and washes his hair. "I am taking you to my father's manor. Winterfest is my favorite holiday and come Spring you will be taken back to Mountain of Mists. There you will be reunited with your family. I will see that you are prepared in customs and protocols of your own kind. I am sure you will want to learn the language of the mountain elves."<br/><br/>Kate thought for a moment, "Wildwood Shire is in the northern region of the Kingdom of Atria. Seville is the royal city of King Atrius. I am sorry you cannot travel sooner. The sea is too dangerous to journey to your homeland. I am sure you understand."