Over two thousand years ago a group of bedraggled and near dead elves washed up on the shores of a crescent shaped peninsula. Here they managed to forge a friendship and peaceful way of life with the humans. Now five generations of elves have come and gone and two hands that in humans and the treasured peace is starting to fail. Jealous whispers are filling the ears of the humans. Have the elves really used their magic and long lives to create an "elite" privileged class for themselves, with the humans little better then servants to them?
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