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(dramatic music)

- The story of our city

is a troubled one. Its roots
are many centuries old,

longer than any living
thing, probably even dragons,

if they still exist, like us,

they have not been seen for many a moon.

(birds chirping)

Dispelled from thought,
cast into the shadows.

There is nothing for you to see there now.

Broken promises,
failed dreams. A city lost.

- I like to see it. Remember it as it was.

Don't let it taunt you. Leave it alone.

- Cheery as ever. I see.

I see no reason for joy here.

- We're alive.

Is that not joy enough?
The wind on our faces.

Warmth from our hearts.
And you say it taunts you?

Don't put words in my
mouth. I said leave it alone.

- Is it that easy for you?

No.

But you're too young to remember.

(dog barking)

Curse the humans.

They destroy all that they touch.

(indistinct talking)
(metal clattering)

(wind blowing)

(birds chirping)

- I just...

(animal squeals)

- I know.

- I'm sorry.

- You think too much for an elf.

- I know what you're
going to say. Don't say it.

- Then you say it.

- The way of the elf.

Act first. Trust yourself. I just...

(goat baaing)

- Please, miss, please!

- May the sun bless you.

- May a hot meal bless you.

Oh it will thanks to you.

- I'm on my way to Gemmell's Bakery.

They might have a meal for you there?

- Oh, you should be
going to Cameron's Bakery.

Things are getting really hot there.

(horse running)
(horse neighing)

(dog barking)
(man shouts)

(birds squawking)

Tyfell Stop. Look on the ground over there.

They've dropped early.

- Fern horn seeds, collecting
them is quite the honour.

Still some leaves on the trees. A bad omen.

Tread carefully.

- Oh, I will.

What about the deer?
- We'll come back for it.

This is more important,

- Much more.

I heard people worry there
may not be enough seeds

for the new births. One seed for one elf.

And I'd...

- So many, so many.

- But collecting them is quite the honour.

Shouldn't we leave them?

- No. They must be collected swiftly.

- I remember when I collected mine.

12 years old as all are,

but for me, it's the
first time I felt like an elf.

I knew which one was mine
and I took it. I knew immediately.

- Have you got the sacks.
- Yeah. It became my weapon

almost the same day. I barely shed blood

with its thorn before it took shape.

Not that I've ever really
had (indistinct) to use it.

Tyfell. Focus.

Some have taken root. I feared it so.

- We can't pull them out?

No. Once they're
rooted, they'll be like that

for over a thousand years.

We'll mark a tree before we leave.

Anyone who treads here
now should do so warily.

Careful.

- Careful.

- Let's collect them. Carefully

(dramatic music)

- Came as soon as I heard.
Where is he?

- They took him.

They took him to the
edge of the city. Banished.

- We'll find him. Where have you been?

- I came as quickly as I could.

- Did you know about this?

- No.

- Sam?

- Emily. No. I would've told you.

- Would you?

- Yes.

Has he been taken?

- Banished?

Colette, listen to me. I
need you to be strong.

They'll be back again tomorrow

and if you are not able to pay both today

and tomorrow...

- I'll be banished too.

And the Sheriff would
love nothing more than that.

He'd seize this place, put the prices

up and then we'll all go hungry.

But he can only do that if we let him. Sam,

get everyone you know to come here.

Tell them there's free bread

for whoever shows up to claim it.

Go.

- I can't do that.

- Yes you can and I'll help.

It's my job to keep your head
above water. When they show up

we'll tell them the free batch run out,

but we can give them a
reduction on the other bread.

Sheriff's taxes have made
bread a luxury for most folk.

We get them back here. We
can make what we need in a day.

Even with a reduction.
- What about Cameron?

- He'll manage. Let's
focus on what we can do.

- I've heard they take
their clothes as payment

and worse.

- Gossip is half the
punishment with banishing.

They say all sorts. It'll all be

forgotten in a couple of months.

- I just, no.

You're right.

- Trust me,

Let's get to work.

(screaming)

- You are going to have to run faster

than that Cameron.

Funny thing banishment?
People think banishment

means leaving the city on
pain of death, like you're an elf

never to return. Which it does.

But it also means that
you lose all your rights.

It means no one gives a toss about you.

It means I could cut you to pieces

and nobody could complain.

- I gave you all discounts.
Opened early for you!

- Well that's why I haven't
killed you. But taxes

must be paid.

Have at him boys!

Prepare to tar and feather.

- Please no...

- Anything but that? No. No.

- You didn't pay with coin, so
we'll take your family jewels.

- No, no please, please, no, no, no.
Please, no anything but that.

Please.
I beg you. Please.

The tar quarterises the
wound, stops you bleeding out.

And feathers.

Well, the feathers make you look pretty.

Bring the jewels with us.

(indistinct whispers)

- The humans brought one of their own here.

Beat him, hadn't paid his taxes.

- That's four this week.
Treated same as the others.

- It's troubling.

- It's barbaric. We should help him.

- If that is your
decision, act on it Tyfell.

- Sometimes thinking through
an action isn't a bad idea.

- Indeed. And if that is
your choice; to hesitate, to,

to weigh up the options, so be it.

- I'm not hesitating.

Choose. One.

- This doesn't need
considering, he is hurt,

but the tar will have burnt
his wounds and sealed them.

He is surrounded by plenty.

He will recover and find food,

- But if he doesn't?
- He dies.

That is the circle.

- But truly...

- Help or don't.

If a kitten is drowning,
helping it is an action.

Letting it die is a choice.
Watching it is cruel.

- I'm debating not watching.
- Hesitation has many names.

- Elwynn?

- Does the sun hesitate?
Does the moon, the wind?

- Oh, why would you not
save a drowning kitten?

- I would if I could. You would watch it.

- Elwynn
- If your heart hesitates, you die.

Heartless.

That's what you think of
me. I see it in your eyes.

But I'm not, I just listen to it.

One day my heart shall stop beating

and I shall not curse it

or complain, for all things
have a right to a choice.

But if it lingers me in an
indecision, unsure of whether

to beat or not? Well, that I shall curse

for it shall be a cruel suffering.

(indistinct whispering)

We need to get home.
You go back for that deer.

I'll take these from here.

- Wood Elves?

- I'll help you back.

It's cold. The deer will keep.

- Finally a good decision.

- I like to watch the humans.

They're like greedy children.

They know little of the old ways.

- All can hunt.

- They can't skin a deer very well.

I've even seen them fail
to properly roast a rabbit,

let alone know where the apples fall.

- Is that why you left him one?

Hey; to taunt him?

- Thank you so much.

- How did it go?

- We're good for today. You did well.

I even got the tinker here
and he rarely buys anything.

- Thank you Sam.

- But this will only last a few days.

Next full moon...

- Cameron said that we wouldn't last.

That's why he put up a
stink to the tax collectors.

Told them it was as good as thievery.

- Sam, you need to talk to
the Sheriff. He'll listen to you.

- He won't.

- Fine. I'll do it.

- What?

No. Wait, I, I can, I can come with you.

- No, you said he won't listen to you.

(slow dramatic music)

- Where do you think my brother is?

- Probably the forest of solitude.

- No. It's empty and barren.

No one even hunts there anymore.

It's a long walk to get
back to the north road too.

He'll be out there for days.

- I saw a report on the Sheriff's desk.

That's why so few ever
come back or are seen again.

I, I, I'd offer to go and look for him.

But that's punishable too.

- Of the old and the new
show us the enchantments

both forgotten and true.

- I, I know I'm not

progressing as you'd hoped.

I'm trying.

- I know.

A broken heart takes
a while to heal Tyfell.

Trust yourself. That's all we have.

We both wish your father were here.

- If...

If that human we're conscious

and asked us for help,
what would you have done?

- Kill him.

- Come now.

- I'd I kill him for so
much as looking at me.

We're nothing more than a
rumour to humans these days.

So I hear. Keeping it

that way is the only way
we keep things as they are.

- You, you of all people

I would've thought would show the most

interest in the humans.
Knowing our enemies,

our first rule of war.

- I know them well.

- But surely things change?

- And the answer to that riddle lies there.

- I hate riddles. Speak plainly. Please.

- Look around you.

At all we have. Children.

New born babes.

The abundance of the forest.

Happiness, security. Things have

changed since leaving
the city, for the better.

- For us.

The elves.

- Exactly.

We sometimes went a dozen

or more years without the
cries of a new born babe.

Things have changed and you won't know

how good you had something

as a young Elf, until it leaves you.

- It's hard to find happiness
when others suffer.

- True.

But that is the human
way. Humans are cruel.

They like things to suffer.

Give me a sack.

Think on that and fetch the deer

and reopen the portal.

- You walk with the pace of a storm.

Wish I had the power of a storm.

- Meeting with the sheriff went well then?

Word travels quick.

- When times are this hard, aye.

It does. Well?

He granted me an audience.

(dramatic music)

- You look lovely Emily.

- And?

I was to the point.

I've come to discuss the city.

I'm angry at the treatment of the people.

- Is that so?
- Our, my people.

- Come, come, all are welcome in.

Lloris are they not?

- All those who share
perhaps? My people suffer.

You take from them. The
new taxes on the bakeries?

All you do is take, take and take.

You didn't say that to him?

I did, I did.

- Emily.

- I was angry.

- Take.

The taxes are for the
people, for caregivers,

for courtiers, for collectors, for ships,

for trade, for courts, for councils.

- And no one can question your spending?

- Nothing's improved.

No Emily.

Dear Emily, you are

these questions,

questions are tricky things.

- You can never get a
straight answer out of him.

Twists everything.

He...

- And questions can be good.

I encourage them. So you

question me on my taxes.

So I question you.

Your parents used to rule
this city from this very castle.

Could they be trusted?

- Of course. I may have
been young when they passed,

but all say they made things better.

Cared for our elders. Housed the poor?

They weren't just trusted. They were loved.

- I'm sure, it's good to hear.

But another question if I may.

I'm relatively new to our city,

but even I know that Elven
things are forbidden here.

Now I've wondered this since I moved

in and here's the question.

Why are forbidden Elven goblets here?

Hidden away in this
office all over the castle?

Your family rounded them all up but,

you didn't destroy them?

It's naughty.

The wood makes the wine instantly sweeter.

It's interesting.

I think in the right marketplace

it could be quite valuable.

No answer? Nothing?

You look upset?

If that is what you truly believe,

that you love the people

and the people love and trust you.

Look where it has brought you?

Begging at my table.

What an odd little orphan you are.

You know if you were still little

you'd be under my management.

Imagine that.

- All in all he didn't like
my parents, doesn't like

me and I shouldn't have gone.

You trusted your instincts.
Nothing wrong with that.

So no changes to the new tax then?

- No.

- Now run along.

If you really want to look after the taxes

and the policy of this city,

then I suggest you try and take my seat.

Should you dare.

- I might just,
- Of course the old rule

of vote has now gone
so it may be a little tricky.

The new laws are so
much better, allowing us

to take action when action is needed.

No more dithering.

The people have
trusted me with this office.

I make the rules now.

I can't please everyone.

Some win and some lose

and I don't care for losers.

Escort her out.

- God, he's a monster.

Makes himself rich
and bleeds the rest of us.

All the bakers will be gone by the end

of the week and he'll be running them.

You mark my words. My mother may be

blind and sick.

She saw this coming.

- How is she?

Surviving.

Got lice down under

and a rash that's almost as
putrid as what she vomits up.

Heading to the river now.

Stinks too bad to throw
in the street. Nasty stuff.

(horse neighing)

Courage burns brightly within you.

Sometimes you have to let
bad moments be kindling to it.

That's how greatness shines.

(slow music)

- What are you thinking?

- That human. They stole our city

but it sometimes it feels

as though they darkened our souls as well.

Hate is no companion to hold onto.

- 200 years of it. It's hard to let go.

- Is it time?
- That's the wrong question.

- Well?
- Is it safe to?

We've moved on Llanofinn,
we've built a better city.

Enchantments that will
last longer than the wind.

We are hidden here. Content.

- Those seeds you found?
- Troubling.

- Wonderful. So many?

- How can you put something in a river?

And not know another
would have to deal with it.

Humans.

Look at me, letting them

get me wound up.

The moon is coming.

- Is it full?
- It will be.

- A good omen.

- Is it?
- I have something for you.

But first you must promise to not be angry.

- Cannot do that.
- Oh,

your anger is quicker than a rabbit's foot.

Promise me.

- No. How? Why?

- They fell early. I helped collect them

and then when I went back
to collect the deer we fell.

Something pulled me back.

- Called to you?

Just like at the council of the young

when we got to choose our own seed

and share blood to tame it. That...

That feeling?

- I feel it.

I feel it too.

- Hold it. Hold it. It's not

blooded or taken root.

Nothing happens.

- I've never seen one this young before.

What an honour to collect them so.

The thorn hasn't even grown yet?

Drawn to it, but it does not root

or thorn when held?

There's only one thing that means...

- One seed for one elf.

The seed must learn from the inner self.

It can only be.

- For our child.

(door closes)

- I got your message...

What by the sun and
moon are you doing here?

- The baker Offstead followed
them when they took him.

He had to close his shop the day before.

Closed before he owed anything.

Told Cameron to do the
same. You should have listened.

If they find him here they'll
kill him. Does Sam know?

Good.

- I don't know what to do.

- He can't stay.

Cameron. You know you can't stay.

- He's not fit to go anywhere.

- What did they do to you?

- We will put you in a cart and get you out

before the dawn patrols come in.

No.

- Cameron?

Don't speak.

- Sister please.

I'll go.

I had to come back.

I know who help us.

- Who? We need it.

- The Wood Elves. They're real.

They left me this apple. I heard them talk.

- Elves gave this to you?

- I couldn't bring myself to eat it.

(wind blowing)

- Not like you to beat me to the sunrise.

- Last night clearly didn't
wear me out enough.

I'm going to scout the city.
There's something afoot.

I feel it.

- Very well.

Good luck.

- What about you?
- The river over the

mountain. Salmon.

I hope.

After that I'll...

I'll visit the Elder tree.

It's been a while.

Our fallen friends have been

troubling my dreams of late.

- Dreaming?

Last night clearly didn't
wear you out enough either.

Spear some for me.

- I'll try.

- May the Lost Moon guide you.

- And you.

(indistinct chatter)
(metal clanging)

- New day, new rules. Pay up.

- You collect weekly.
That's how this works.

- Now it's weekly in advance.
Too many people not paying up.

- I can't pay next week's.
I just paid this week's.

- I'm simply the collector.

- And I'm simply the one
who made the bread you fed

to your children last night.

- That was yesterday. Today you're somebody

who can't pay their taxes.

- What's going on?

Tax collector's Mother.

- Hey? Again?

- No, no, no, no. That's absolute nonsense.

Nonsense it is, I tell you I ain't so frail

that I don't remember you coming yesterday.

Is this what you do? Bully
the blind and the infirm. Yeah.

Well, weak I may be but test my metal.

You'll find me stronger than an oak.

- So you're not paying?

- Oh no. Not on your life I'm paying.

- Fine. Seize everything.

(indistinct)

(indistinct)

You'll pay.

- No you'll pay.

You see this is what happens when people

don't pay their taxes.

Tomorrow this stall will
reopen under the supervision

of the Sheriff of Lloris.

- You have a knack for this.

I get bored watching.

- It is not watching. It is feeling.

I have heard of a technique
where you dig a small trench,

trap the fish as they swim in.

It seems easier?

- Probably is.

- Then why not do that?

Is its not more graceful?

The highest effect, the
most minimal of effort?

- Maybe,

but you focus too much
on the success of the task.

The joy of a task is as
much in the doing of it as the,

reward of it.

Only in the balance of
both. Can you find that,

Which is the way of the Elf.

- Yes, yes, yes.

I know, but surely.

So far away?

Yes. I watched the water
move differently. Felt it.

You'll be as good as I
one day. If you practice.

I fear my skills shall
never be equal to yours.

I had heard of this trick.

Had I not seen it, I doubt
I would've believed it.

There's no trick. It's
simply patience, awareness,

and focus.

- I will be gone for a few days.

Are the bakeries all ours?

- By nightfall they will be.

- Good.

Next we'll take the ale houses.

- They will be trickier.

Nope. Because we will lift the price

of food across this city.

We already control the
import of grain that they use

for meat and ale.

We'll raise that as well

and we will increase tax just a little.

- They'll be angry.

- No. Because we will lend them coin.

Help support them in
this time of turbulence.

We will blame it on foreign wars or

or goings on in the capital.

- And then?

And then we'll let them fall
behind with their payments.

We will bleed them of everything they have

and then, then they will
simply give us their business

to pay off their rising debts.

They will see it as a blessing

and they'll love us even more for it.

This is a way of things, power

to the purpose.

- What's that really mean?

You keep saying it.

- The new law that rules,

is that if the purpose can
be proven and it prospers

or defends the city in any way,

then the action is just and can be taken.

No councils or votes

or any other nonsense needed.

Now tonight, buy your men a drink.

Encourage them to frequent the ale houses

in the coming weeks.

The greater our support for them,

the less they will suspect
us in unseating them.

I'm enjoying this plan more and more.

Now tomorrow.

Remove the homeless from the city,

in the early hours.

No, no. Give them all a coin.

Put them to work to clean the new bakeries

and then send them on their way.

Tell them there'll be
more work in the next city

and then put them to work in the mine.

There'll be plenty more to follow.

Soon they'll come willingly

(door closes)

- As once was lost.

Together we may be found.

Let us come to speak
and find common ground.

(birds chirping)

This is the custom?

- As once we were lost
together, we may be found.

Let us come to speak

and find common ground.

(dramatic music)
(birds squawking)

I am not leaving until you talk to me.

- This is the custom.
Let's see if you honour it.

- This is a dangerous place to be alone.

- For my kind. Yes.

- What are you doing here?
- I've come to beg,

- Beg? Beg is not a
term we are familiar with.

The squirrel does not beg. It forages.

The wolf does not beg. It hunts.

The flowers do not beg, they bloom.

Die and nourish the
forest with their decay.

We elves treat all creatures as equal

for they are true to themselves.

Your kind. However.

- I did not mean to offend.

I use it only because I'm desperate.

Desperation lives next
to danger in our heart.

These are dangerous times.

Life hangs on a thread for all. At any time

the cartographer can
change the map of our stars

and the lives within it.

We do not fear danger.

- Then pity me, because I do.

- There is a strength within you.

- But?

- But like all humans, chaos resides also.

- We are being beaten,
thrown from our homes.

Our trades taken away from
us. A foreigner sits as Sheriff.

- This story sounds familiar.
- That's why I came.

You lost your city once.

Not lost,

had it stolen, by your kind.

- It's the only home I've ever known

and it's being taken from me.

Same way it was from you.
We can understand each other.

Maybe we can help each other.

I was taught an elvish saying as a child.

- I thought all elvish was outlawed?

- We call it a local tongue.

Foreigners don't know any different.

What was the saying?

Evil is bred, when what
we should do isn't done.

There is another saying;

A flower must die to bloom another day.

What is your name?

- Emily.

- I Llanofinn Brokenleaf.

Have heard you; Emily
of the city of Lloris.

Return this time tomorrow

and you shall have your answer then.

- Terrible things might happen before...

- They may not. Also,

I feel in order to answer you,
I must first speak to others.

- Are there many of you? Where do you live?

Go. Now.

- That was foolish. Take
the fish back to the kitchens.

Not a word of this to
anyway. Tyfell; not a word.

- You are back early.
- The river was bountiful.

- Praise to the Lost Moon.

- Come here.

(Ethereal Voices recant
the meeting with Emily)

- 200 years of silence,

200 years of silence between humans

and Elves. Ruined today.

- There are people in the
city who remember us fondly.

- We are done with all of that.

We have a new city,
enchantments. Done with and

away from them.

- Hiding,
- Living.

- I have seen the brutality
she speaks of today.

It is evil and it is wrong.

- I want to believe you.

- Then go and see for yourself.

- I have duties.
- In the kitchen?

Elwynn, you are Warlord of Lloris.

Is the title lost now as well as the city?

- I have seen the shame you have carried.

- For you. Yes.

As Master Scout,

I have done much for the city.

You have languished in the shadows.

- A great commander knows when to attack

and when not to.

- Then as your scout, I am telling you

the winds are changing.

Lloris is in turmoil and
its people seek our help.

A new leader.

- A new leader. She didn't say that?

- It is what we are known for.

The council of Elves made the city.

Perhaps this is the step
to governing it once again.

- The winds of change may be upon us.

I will go to the city tonight,

but only because it is the quickest

path to the Elder Tree.

Thank you for your report. Master Scout.

(loud indistinct talking)

- Make the most of it mother.

Might be the last hot meal in a while.

- Not if I can help it. It ain't.

(door bell jingles)

- Tax Collectors.

- No.

- I'm just gonna...

- Don't, don't, don't, 'just'
me. This fight is mine.

Oi, scum.

- Who, me?

- Oh, you know your name then.

Well you should know
your place too 'cause scum.

Well you ain't welcome here. Get out.

- You're that bitch from earlier.

Lost your loaves and now
drowning in your sorrows.

- Don't drink when I'm working.

- Oh, drink up love. Your
ovens won't run hot again.

- I'm working on a dish
that's best served cold.

- What happened? Did I get him?

- Call for help. Call for help!

- Get these bastards.

- This is a bakers kiss.

- And this is a donkeys kiss.

(wind blowing)

- I am not shamed by you, your actions.

I shouldn't have said that.

- It was a truth I perhaps needed to hear.

Don't cloud it now. I thank you for it.

- I fear for what you'll see tonight.

- All is uncertain when the
winds of change beckon.

- Take your bow.

- I do not go to fight.
- Sometimes fights find you.

I spoke to the druid yesterday.

He's working on a new arrow,
one he calls Dragons Warning.

- He is full of bright ideas.
Tell me when I return.

- May, the Lost Moon guide you.

- I'll be back before
the moon is at its height.

Praise the Lost Moon.

(slow dramatic music)

- Well this is a sad start
to the Sheriff being away.

- I'm sorry I, I didn't
want for this. Please.

- Hey, hey, hey. Calm yourself.

No one wants their
place smashed up like this.

Let alone a guard murdered. He is dead.

Right Barry?

What a poor turn for you.

You know the tax takes
this into account, don't you?

This is for you. Help fix this place up

and I'll send the men round
in the evening for a drink.

Get your sales back up.

Sad business this. He had a young wife.

Newly weds. You two on your feet.

Drag the body back to the guardhouse.

I wouldn't open this evening,

likely to be more violence
before the night is out.

I hate violence.

- What have they done? This tree stood

before any walked here.

- Lucky the elves aren't
here to see it. Yes sir?

- It was a burial ground.
- Generous sir, very.

- Who did this?
- Oh the Sheriff.

Rumors there's Dwarvish
Gemstones under that tree

and that's why it grew so big.

Noisy business.

- It's quiet tonight.

- Very noisy. Earlier. Very noisy.

- I've been looking everywhere for you.

- What's wrong?

- The city's gone mad. Who's been hurt?

- The tax collectors.

- What?

Axle and Matilde gave them a beating.

Colette sees it all. She
even held the door closed

so no one could go for help.

- Good on Colette.

- Riots kicked off,
a few fires. Has all calmed

down now though, but everyone had to help

put the fires out before they spread.

Kind of took the fun out of it all.

- Fun?

- Too quiet now. That's
why I came out here.

- Too quiet?

Oh, sometimes the darkest
of deeds happen in the quietest

of moments.

- I didn't think I'd find
you in your thinking place.

The last place actually.

The best place to be right now though

there are guards looking to vent on anyone

they see wandering around. So...

When I was a child, everything
seemed so much simpler.

I thought the older you get the easier it

gets, the more you can do.

Truth is the opposite isn't it?

Do you weather it or you take a stand?

Endure the journey or
try to forge a new path.

- Make a nest or fly away.

- What do you think?

Depends where your friends
are, where your heart lies.

- I've done something.
- What?

- A change is coming.

- Evidently
- I was offered a job earlier.

Good pay, hot meal. Good for some.

- You turned it down?

- Oh beggars can be
choosers. Them that took it

are being forced out.

Forced to work down there.

- And what was the noise earlier? This?

- Oh no, this was days ago. Earlier riots.

The fires of rage burned.

- And now they have died out.

- Extinguished,

but some still step lightly on the ashes

to turn them to dust.

- Do you trust me?

- Completely.
- You're a good friend, Sam.

- What have you done?

Go on.

- I spoke to the Elves.

Whatever you are thinking,
say it. I need to hear it.

- Elves?

Elves are dangerous.

I've read the scrolls. The reports

of the last days of the Elves.

They slaughtered...

- I know you're right. Elves are dangerous.

- Go lightly sir.

- Let go my coin pouch.

If you want to live.

Humans.

(thunder)

- But the way the city is being run.

We can't survive this.

I know it's hard for you to
hear. You need to be brave.

I'm brave,

but I worry about the
other scrolls I've seen..

The mine and who my
father wants to work with.

No.

Really brave, loyal and brave.

If you trust me, we need to take a stand,

forge a new path, fly away from the old

to start anew, where anything is possible.

I've longed to help people

to be the person my parents
would've wanted me to be,

to make 'em proud.

- Even if it was just in my dreams.

Silly I know.

- No. That's not silly at all.

They live on through you. They do.

And I trust you as many did them.

Thank you (indistinct)

- Will you come to meet
the Elves with me tomorrow?

You look beautiful. In the moonlight.

Come on.

(indistinct)

Please.

(crashing)

(screaming)

Help!

- I'll give you (indistinct) smile.

Bigger than the one you've got now.

A real Lloris smile.

- Please.

You see consequences.

That's what you all
don't seem to understand.

Now. Open your mouth.

A real Lloris smile.

- Please, please don't.

Now. Open wide.

(dramatic music)

Do it or there will be

more consequences.

(screaming)

- Now open your mouth.
(screaming)

- You lost an arrow?

- I did not lose one. It found a new home.

The winds of change are upon us.

- We go to war?
- Perhaps.

We'll speak to them tomorrow.

See how we feel after that.

- So a storm is coming.

- Oh, a storm is here. How
much changes as it passes

through is waiting to be seen.

- What did you see?

- Master scout.

You must have seen it already.

- You had to see it with your own eyes.

- How long have you known?

- A while.

- What else?

- Humans being humans.

- This woman was present
when a mob attacked

and killed a guard last night.

She claims she saw nothing.

Will any step forward and
speak of what they saw?

Are you all deaf?

Playing dumb, eh?

Let me make this simple.

The next time this woman says she's seen

nothing, there'll be half a chance.

She's telling the truth.

I hope you all hear what
I'm saying. Loud and clear.

People had better start speaking

up when they're spoken to.

Or the sheriff's guard will

plunge this city into darkness.

One socket at a time.

Now get your tax money ready.

We'll be knocking soon enough.

- You are armed.

Draw it and I shall kill you both.

- She wears it only for protection.

- No weapon is only for protection.

- It's not true.
- If I have to teach you the

difference between a sword and a shield,

I fear this conversation
is over before it's began.

- This is Elwynn Brokenleaf.

Warlord of Lloris.

- Make your request and how you balance it.

- Our homes, our businesses
are being taken from us.

All the wealth is going to the few

and the many are left to struggle.

I'm no fool. I understand
you've every reason not

to care about what happens to us.

Before they died, my
parents spoke of the Elves.

They wanted to return what
was yours, to talk to you,

to make a new peace between us.

As once was lost.

Together we may be found.

Let us come to speak
and find common ground.

That was the only thing my parents left me.

They knew that phrase

with an elvish item,

would bring you out of hiding to talk.

It is an old custom.

- The Sheriff cares not for
elves. He cut down your tree.

Even he knew that might anger you.

- We've lost far more than an old tree.

What makes you think we care?

- Help us and we'll
welcome you back to our city.

Your lost treasures
will be returned to you.

- You steal from us

and then offer us a token
in return to not just forgive

but further help you?

- Well maybe we should
side with the dwarves then.

The Sheriff is traveling
back from a meeting

from them to Lloris tomorrow.

- I want us to capture him then

so we can take control of the city.

- Why they rush?

- If we don't do it now,

he'll hold executions tomorrow night.

He'll execute our friends.

- You want us to kill his soldiers

and capture the sheriff?

- There won't be many with him.

- They're tax collectors, not soldiers.

- Oh, tax collectors.

Cutthroats, bandits.

All names for the same thing.

People who hurt other people, soldiers.

I have listened. You'll have our answer.

- The Warlord of Lloris has spoken.

Return at this point tomorrow,
you shall have your answer.

- That'll be too late. You
need to prepare now?

- An elf is always prepared.

- Fear not. Should we
decide to help you, we will.

Go.

- We need to know when the sheriff will

be back and which route he'll take.

I promise I won't hurt
him. Not if I can avoid it.

I just want him out of the city for good.

I need your help with that.

- I won't fail you (indistinct)

- This will all be ever soon.

One way or another.

- Well, well, well just
who I was looking for.

- What do you want?
There's no collection today.

- Nothing gets past me. Emily.

- What are you talking about?

- I've been hearing whispers.

- Get off me.

- You'll lose your head
tomorrow for treason.

Someone's been talking
to those they shouldn't.

Haven't they?

- There has been no
treason and no trial either.

Sheriff's away. You don't decide that.

Colette?

- I didn't tell them anything.

- Will you make it easy
on yourself and confess?

- I...

- Will you confess Emily of Lloris?

Will you confess?

- Get out of here beggar.

- Emily of Lloris.

Will you confess to meeting

with the banished baker Cameron

within these city walls?

- Cameron?

- I confess.

- Nothing gets past me Emily.

- Hold your anger.

You have made a mistake.

- That was not the Way of the Elf.

You are of the High Elf lineage.

You deserve your castle back.

- We are Wood Elves
now. The city is our past.

We live in the here the now.

- You can't speak to our queen like that.

- 200 years we have waited
for our moment to strike,

to take back what is ours.

- You speak of a time long forgotten.

Of a people we no longer
must deal with, shall deal with.

They outlawed us and so we
have them. Humans are vermin.

- You forget yourself my queen.

We are all under the sun and moon vermin

and elf alike.

- What were you thinking?
- I wasn't.

- Curse the humans their
way is their destruction.

Do I forget that? Do I forget
that humans cannot be trusted?

No. I do not forget myself.

I remember how I built this
city, shoulder to shoulder

with everyone here.

How we crafted the magic of the old moon

to enchant ourselves one
last time to live alongside

but never with again.

Blood, sweat, magic

and tears have built us a new life here.

One where we are not open to the lies

and betrayals of humans.

I forget nothing.

- You are not good at
conversations are you?

- But it seems you have forgotten yourself.

Act as you must. Your
request for help has been heard.

- I did not mean to offend my queen.

- And yet you did.

- Indeed.

I simply try to find balance
between the old and the new,

- Which is understandable

and admirable.

- There is more.
- More.

You shamed yourself

when the last human delegation came here,

why did I not fear there would be more.

- Dwarves?

They have cut down the elder tree.

They believe, foolishly, that
there are dwarven gemstones

underneath it and they, they plan to mine.

- Dwarves. Dwarves dig.

They don't stop digging one hole there

soon, holes everywhere.

- And they may come here. To dig.

- Well then it seems you'll
be of some use warlord,

for then surely war will come knocking.

- A long and terrible one. Yes.

- And this Sheriff, is key?

- I believe so.
- Then kill him.

- They said capture?
- Kill.

And so it shall be for any other humans

that entertain dwarves here.

- As you wish my queen.
- Up.

My nephew speaks highly
of all that you've taught him.

I dare say his help might
be of some use to you

and if others offer their bow

or their spear, you may accept it.

Peace would please me.

Many of our most treasured

and secret possessions
are still in the city

and humans can be

amusing at times. When they behave.

Go.

- So, Tyfell, that makes three.

- There will be five of us.

- Who else?

- The dancer; Vflaxxus.
- The war dancer?

- She is a friend of Tyfells.

She hates humans, wants to kill them all.

Make the world a better place.

- That's a dangerous attitude.

- She has pledged her
scythes. I cannot refuse her.

- And the other?

Can't be worse than a war dancer?

An Elven Ogre?

(dramatic music)

- Oh, it is you. Where have you been?

What are you doing?

- The Sheriff wanted a list he asked for.

- Oh the execution list?

- Yes. Obviously taken to him

for when he arrives at the west gate.

- The west gate? I thought he
was coming in the north gate?

- Yes. Well take it to him there then.

I'm just trying to help.
Do or don't. It's up to you.

- I shall take it to him, personally.

Strange girl.

- Another question for
you on your theme of trust.

Do you know how your parents died?

Colluding with those

they shouldn't.

My, how the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Today. We will put you
in the middle of the square

and we'll see all the birds show their

true colors, won't we?

Who will come to your aid?

- Who do you think?
- Well...

I know that you've been
helping a number of bakers.

Probably a few butchers.

Maybe even a fishmonger or two.

We'll see.

- And what will you do to them?

- I need workers for my expanding mine.

The Dwarves are,

that's the quickest deal I've ever done

back home for breakfast.

- You'd send your own
daughter down the mines?

- No. No.

She is cleverer than she looks.

She tells me the odd
thing that you've been up to.

And then as if to prove her loyalty.

She simply leaves the city this morning.

Walks off into the forest.

I guess she didn't want to say goodbye.

- She knows I'm here.

- Oh, very little gets past her.

- How did they die?

- Thank you all for coming.

- I pledge my bow.

- Tyfell Fallenoak. Praise the lost moon.

- I pledge my knife.
- Llanofinn Brokenleaf.

Praise the lost moon.

- I pledge my scythes.

- Vflaxxus Fireroot.

Praise the lost moon.

Feed me!

Barshain of the Barkwood.

Praise the lost moon.

- And the great war star.

- A human is arriving.

Who will tell us what
time we should attack.

- It will be this morning.
We should leave now.

- Where is your friend?
- She's been captured.

I think they might know something.

The Sheriff has moved his arrival up.

- Explain yourself.

- The execution lists are

traitors who refuse to pay taxes,

work in the mines or break banishment.

Those have been asked for today,

which means this is going to happen now.

He's calling it the silencing of the crows.

- Might be a trap.

- You speak as though you know him well?

- He's my father.

- Lead the way.

- Aren't there more of you?

- This is enough.

(dramatic music)

- This does feel like a trap.

- Probably is.

You take a different path to Tyfell and I.

Vflaxxus and Barshain
will cause a diversion.

We'll find the captives and the Sheriff.

- In and out.

- No heroics.

- I put some dragons warning arrows

in your quiver.

They won't do any damage
but they'll smoke out the place.

Might be useful.

(chains jiggling)

- Axle. Where are you. Axle.

- I used to buy my bread from you.
(indistinct)

- Huh?
- I like the honey glazed one.

You put a little more
flour in it than most people.

That could be it. More
finely ground as well.

I think. Made for a
nicer texture. Doesn't it?

Charge a little extra
for it. It's worth it.

- Please.

- Should have charged more really?

- Help us.

Please help us. She needs a healer.

- It's not gonna help her, love.

- Please?

(indistinct)

You're for the chopping block, old girl.

(indistinct)

(indistinct chatter)

(dramatic music)

- Halt.

This isn't a carnival. It's an execution.

What are you wearing?

And what's that?

- Have a look. Get close,

to admire the work.

- By the sun and moon. Is that a mask?

- No.

- What?

- He's an ogre. A Wood Elf Ogre.

- You are pulling my...

(screaming)

- Should have put your shields up.

(dramatic music)

- Troops coming.

- Draw.

- Collect the arrows as we go.

We'll probably need all of them by the end.

- This is a trap.

- I've never killed a human before.

- Make a sound, you die.

(screaming)

- What's that?

- Sounds like it's getting started.

Now don't do nothing. Don't
bite or spit on me please.

This is not my first job choice.

It's either this or the bloody mines.

Brutal work.

That's why they're struggling to recruit.

The demand for metals
rising everywhere, I've heard.

- Feed me.

(dramatic music)

- There she is. We need to save her.

- No, we're here for the Sheriff

and the Sheriff alone.

What have you done?

- I made a decision.

- No, you've set off the trap.

- They're over there!

(screaming)

- We need to go. Now.

- No, don't go.

- We're here to help.

- We need to go.

- Trust me.

- I didn't believe it.

Didn't think you had it in you, Emily.

Bravo.

Elves in Lloris?

You're working with them?
How many laws have you broken?

How easy you make this for me?

- You brought the city to this.

- No, you brought the city to this.

We have all seen those
who have paid their way

and been rewarded

and we have seen those who
bring anarchy and destruction.

Well, this stops

today!

- People of Lloris, for too long

the Sheriff has made himself

and his friends rich beyond compare.

While we struggle and starve.

And he lied to us, he told us we

were not in danger.

That the elves were long gone.

But you can see for yourselves,

elves are among us.

And they want us all dead.

They came for blood and destruction.

(loud dramatic music)

- This isn't our trap. We were the bait.

- Seize the elves before they kill us all.

- Tyfell (indistinct)

(dramatic music)

- You talk of blood and destruction.

Look what you bring to
people who follow you.

Murder.

Mayhem.

Death.

- No please! Please...

Murder. Mayhem. Death.

Look at the blood you spill in our city.

Your reign of terror is over.

- How did they die?

(soft tense music)

- They tried to meet with the elves.

No, no. Wait.

Let me get this right.

They did meet with an elf,

the warlord of Lloris.

I guess the meeting didn't go very well.

Double decapitation would suggest not.

We will see you in the square.

- No, Sheriff. Your reign is over.

You conspired with the elves

to hide them under our very noses.

- What?

- All who deal with elves must be killed.

The new laws support
me. Power to the purpose.

Arrest the Sheriff.

- What are you doing?

- Conspiring with dwarves and now elves.

You disgust me.

- A city is only as strong as its people

and you have made us weak.

Executioner.

We will find the rest of the elves

and we will destroy them.

We will make this city great again.

(cheering)

The tax collectors; are more than that.

They are like guardians of old.

(cheering)

We will give businesses
back to those who lost them

and we will lower taxes for everyone.

(cheering)

We will rid this city of corruption,

once and for all.

(cheering)

Starting now

with those who got us
here paying the price.

- You can't do this.

- You encouraged me to do this.

- You need witnesses, proof. Real proof.

- He wants a witness? Proof?

What about your own daughter?

- Sam. Did the sheriff
conspire with the elves?

- Yes.

- Louder.

- Yes.

- You little shit.

(dramatic music)

- Elves are among us
and they want to kill us all.

- Breathe like a dragon.

- Get Tyfell and get out of here.

I'll bide us some time.

(screaming)

- Where is he, where's he gone?

- Nothing gets past me.

- Then I'll go through you.

- You disgust...

- I didn't think it end like this.

You promised the elves.

- Elves are dangerous.

- So are you.

- What do you want us
to do with the captives?

- You stupid little girl.
What have you done?

- She came because of
me. We were together, but...

- She was married?

- Life isn't simple.

You two sit there in your pristine tower

with your perfect lives,

but you fail to see the
corruption all around you

and you judge it.

Barshain. Take her to the healers now. Now!

She's alive. Go.

Go!

You.

All thought you foolish.
I begged her to come.

Begged. To not leave you unaided. You.

And you. The Warlord, who does not fight.

What? You think the
court did not find it funny

that the humans made

you want to fight for them?

To get our homeland back for them?

Oh, I admire you Elwynn,
I do, your conviction

to our ways is like none other,

but our way of life has changed.

And with it our way of thinking.

The queen wanted me to keep an eye on you.

That's why you've been
training me; to replace you.

Oh, and after this defeat I shall.

- Are you hurt.

- By that?

Yes. But by blade? No. You?

He is but a leaf; young and easily blown.

- Elywnn.

- Do you think me foolish?

Did you know of this?

- No.

And no.

- I didn't trust the humans when they first

came to talk to us.

I shouldn't have trusted
them a second time.

They desecrate the tree of our ancestors,

our burial grounds.

So we shall make burial grounds for them.

We go to war.

(dramatic music)

- Let them go.

They bake great bread.

We will need good
rations to hunt the Elves.

(music fades)