She glances to her bodyguard. "Having a club is concidered armed and dangerous enough to shoot on sight. I don't know why they are here..  Is that a raiding party? A war patrol or the beginnings of a base for an invasion." Chewing her lower lip, Mizrel grips Jacques's shoulders hard. "Either way, the village we were at had better move away or get a permanent base of soldiers. It is the closest settlement and it going to be attacked sooner or later."<br/><br/>Had the dark elves below been the ones to send the black fairies after her?