‘Is it truly your wish that we should leave? I for one would aid you against these fools who so blithely destroy the peace.’
Birin bowed to the Man from his horse. ‘I thank you for your moral support, friend Helmsmith, but this is civil war, and your people should leave as soon as is possible, lest they become divided in loyalties as well.’
The Man laughed, and many Dwarves and Men about him smiled grimly. ‘We know where our loyalties lie,’ he said, ‘and it is not with your King or Prince Cir. We have long been friends of the Elven people, and there is not one of us who does not know of the barbarities committed against Faeriekind; though against our desire, we have remained forever silent and neutral in this matter, hoping it would become resolved.’
‘Nevertheless,’ replied Birin quietly, ‘if you stay, both your own and your families’ lives will be in jeopardy. Neither Prince Cir nor the King would scruple to murder your wives and children if you became involved. For the good of all, I suggest that you return to your homelands, and close your borders until this matter is resolved.’
‘Very well,’ replied Helmsmith in a way that was not altogether convincing. ‘We will leave. But we will be watching.’