"{That would be a distraction, and then I would use a precast teleportation spell to move us closer to the border where we can cross quickly,}" Doma said with a smile.
"How about you let me speak instead?" Isdis grunted, sitting beside Lydia, "I came here to speak with the elves in the first place," She stood, "It's a diplomatic problem, isn't it?"
"They could take you as a hostage. Remember the tension between you and us?" Aella stared at her, "You're hearing it from an elf. Humans' lives are far shorter, and our higher up won't care about playing dirty."
"{Humans won't live long to remember it, and even if they did in history, it could easily be forged as fake.}" Doma's voice came from Arad as Isdis sat down, "I know," She sighed.
"With that decided, Doma would prepare for the worst-case scenario, and we will try to achieve our goal with as little conflict as possible. Anyone has any ideas?" Arad asked.
That Monk is a problem. I did write him to be a bit weird, but quite reasonable, more than most people that we will meet.