Sangar merely smiled in reply, Nara laughing as she watched him. Although she had no experience of Elves herself she had heard the stories enough to know what to expect.<br/><br/>"Something tells me we'll find out the answer within the city," Nara replied. "They must be fairly extraordinary creatures to be able to hide in a forest though.<br/><br/>As they reached the walls a huge gate opened without Sangar even needing to signal to anyone, reavealing a city that, while not as tall as Dragonblight, felt equally huge. Elves walked through the streets, some dressed in armour, others dressed in more ordinary clothes, some deep in conversation with Dryads who watched curiously as Sangar lead them to the huge courtyard at the centre of the city. They were faced with a fearsome sight: Lining it were at least a hundred elves, each stood silently, leaning on immense spears with nasty looking swords tucked in the belts that circled their golden armour. Stood on the steps of the palace at the courtyard's furthest edge were two figures. One an elf dressed in similar armour to the other guards, the other was a Dryad, but impossibly ancient in appearance.<br/><br/>"Rakeil," Sangar said, indicating the elf, "head of Sylvan's Royal Guard, a small sample of which you can see here. His companion is..."<br/><br/>"Starthorn," Nara said, finishing his sentence, a note of awe in her voice. "All fae are taught stories about him but I though he was little more than a legend. If the Dryad's have a king or a leader than Starthorn is as close as they get," she said to Aurora. "It is said even the Dryad's themselves are unsure of his true age."