Fantasy scene in a wooden cabin where an elf character holds foil wrappers while other elves look on.

I explain to the Chief everything that happened to us, from first meeting Colin to accompanying Sariel back to Elfwood, and how we've been trying to fight back a rebellion of Draconian Dragonborns. We also reassure the chief that we're not just Dragonheart spies, but also friends to the Elves, who can also be friends to the Dragonhearts. "Friends to the Dragonhearts," the Elf Chief repeats and shows a frown, "They have plundered our land. There are dozens of refugees who are now in this village. All of them tell spine-chilling stories. Stories of burning, stories of death, stories of misery." "It wasn't the fault of the humans those Dragonborns plundered your village," I protest, "It was the Dragonborns themselves. And if you don't believe me, fine. We can always find a way to prove it." After a little bit of silence, the Elf Chief says, "I will require more convincing than that." I look back at Hugh and Ut Ut, expecting them to say a word to the Elf Chief, or maybe give me advice on what we are trying to achieve and what we might do. But Hugh and Ut Ut both keep quiet as if not wanting to talk unnecessarily but to wait for the right moment that they absolutely need to talk. "Caelynn," Hugh breaks the silence, "What about that chocolate coin wrapper?" "Could Perrin have eaten the foil wrapper itself, too?" "We elves don't eat foil," I argue, "I certainly don't eat foil. It's inedible. Toxic, in fact. I'll be right back, Chief." I walk back through the hanging beads and find Ver mais