Adasse glowered at his own knife, feeling his impotence and rage grow all in one. He looked over at the other elves, at Fern and Nari, then over at his Sorrel, before he rolled to his feet in a predatory manner, going to yank the blade free.

"You think Beleth would let me off my leash? I could rob them all blind. Use the money to buy food for a year for all the elves." He twisted the knife again, dark eyes suddenly widening.

"Wait. What? You can ... what?"