The guards continued to move him along by the point of their spears,as they got to the center of the tree.It had been cut so that the huge stump could be used as the village ground.The village itself was set up in a circle with houses spreading out onto the branches on the other side of the tree.To the very edge and other side of the stump from the elevator stood a sort of log den,which stood as the biggest building and held the leader of the village.The floor of the village was wet from the rain that continued going and marks of lightning strikes could be seen on some branches.There were hundreds of branches and they split into more making for where the houses were.Next to the leader house was a small market and on the other side a security post building that could be told by the wooden spike fence.The guards moved Jack into the larger building through the crowds of people that walked the streets going to the market and security post.As they entered into the log den,you could see that it was lit by torches,and held up by metal mantles.In a slightly larger than normal chair stood the leader of the village.He was a wise old man and had a beard to prove it.It flowed down to the floor in it's length and was gray in color with streask of white.He still held a rather useful appearence even with it though.Elves tended to live for much longer than most creatures.His eyes were sunk in and seemed to tell that he has seen his share of hard times.He wore a robe around him with the hood off,as he motioned for the guards to stop with his hand.Jack now stood in the center of the room in front of the leader.