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"What the hell are you going on about, what traps??" Thatch looked at his cloths then at hers, "whether you wanna play it smart or not, we should probably find new cloths soon."

Saffron smirked. "Oh, shut your trap." She said. "You're in my territory, so I'm in charge." She looked off into the distance, thinking. "Actually, I'm pretty much in charge no matter where I go." She said to herself.

"You know we're still in Dwarf country, you still have a way to go eastward until you get to Sapphire Reach..." The Sapphire Reach was the largest kingdom in the world, filled with elves but strangely the population was only slightly larger then the Loqwood kingdom. "But if you want that thing off I'd stay in Loqwood a bit longer, in fact my ol' pal is south a ways... South till we hit the sea." Thatch stopped trying to sell the woman on getting the thing off. He didn't really care all that much so he just continued walking along a few feet infront of her.

Saffron burst out laughing. "The Sapphire Reach? Those idiots? No way!" She cried, managing to calm herself. "I'm front the Ironleaf Forest!" She said proudly. "I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't heard of it, only the best of the best of THE BEST are allowed to live there."

The IronLeaf Forest was a small thick jungle only a few dozen acers thick, but it was home to the Eladrin or Feyworth. These elite elves were very gifted in magic and while most elves lived to be around three hundred, Eladrin could still look youthful until passing away after about six hundred years! It was between the Sapphire Reach and the dark mountains of Black Rock, you would have to be tough living between Elves and Orcs. "I didn't peg you for tough, I pegged you for a dim witted ranger who has had an unrealistic lucky streak in the last few hours..." This woman didn't look Feyworthy either, "why did the Eladrin let a normal Elf into their precious Iron Forest anyway??"

Saffron winked. "Because I could get anyone I wanted into a full nelson." She said. "And dimwitted? If I recall, you only escaped because of ME. And that's because I let you." She caught up to him. "Wanna hear a song I made up about you?" Saffron was irrepressible. "It's about all your flaaawssss!" She said, as if this was an appealing song idea.

"My plan you mean, I brought the guards down, I unleashed the lesser wraith, and I opened the lever to the loading dock!" Thatch was getting too heated over this obviously mentally handicapped elf. "I think you need a doctor Quickfoot..."

Saffron giggled. "I was a doctor, silly!" She called. Saffron twirled around the trunk of a tree, pouting. "And don't call me Quickfoot..." She said, tracing a tear down her cheek with one of her fingers. "You're so mean!" She cried, and buried her face in her hands.