"How can you be so calm about all this?" Beth snapped, anger flaring suddenly. "Robert's your friend; how can you be so relaxed that this--" She pointed at the picture in the book. "--is happening to him? How can you?"
"With great difficulty," he said quietly. "The thing is, Beth: we don't know where he is. We can try and find this elf that left as the baron killed Robert, but that will take months, if not years; the elves live in nomadic clans that tend to travel through underground cave systems. It's getting too late to start a search tonight, so if we wanted to find the elf, it would have to wait until tomorrow anyway."
"Are there no others ways of finding Robert?"
"There is, but that will take a long time too. Though it is a more ensured way of locating him."
"What is it?"
He sighed and shook his head. "You'll have to talk to Storm about how it works; it's his system. Are you still coming to the ball?"
Beth thought for a few moments. Did she really want to? She wanted to see what it would be like, but she doubted she would be doing very much dancing.
“Yes,” she nodded, “yes I would like to go.”
“I’m glad. Everyone will be there, even a few of our own from outside the walls. For now though I have meeting with my father and some of the officers about what the hell we’re doing in this bloody war.”
Beth didn’t want to stay in the library, and she didn’t want to go and sit in her room.
“Can I go with you?” she asked.