There were few seated in the gallery who could look him in the eye as he said this. Into the uncomfortable silence that followed, he continued. ‘This Man, Ralph, is a smithy, mighty in craft, and maker of the weapon that has precipitated the present disturbance.
‘This Man, Doc, is a Healer of remarkable talent. Besides the wounded soldiers and civilians he tended, he healed Theuli, my wife, who was shot with a Goblin arrow, saving her from a wound that wound normally have been fatal. He also saved the life of Deborah, a woman from their world, who was shot with a arrow tipped with a substance so poisonous that to date none has ever survived.’
On an intuition, feeling the need for Deborah to have some sort of title, he added, ‘Though she is injured, and not with us at present, Deborah, the young woman of their world, possesses a unique talent with reflective surfaces such as mirrors. Using them, she can see things far off, or in other times and places.
‘It is because of Malina that these people are here to lend us their assistance. They, are here to help us, because there is a bond of friendship between this Pixie and these Men from a far place.’