Fox's Glade be cunning, and full of tricks

To survive, he had hoped she would say, but the red girl instead inquired what his warning should mean. The halfling met her with a curling smile and his ears drew forward. “A reminder,” he told her in a simple tone, but his features were graver than they had been before. “Inlé offered Tadec this when young,” he then added, hoping she would understand. It was often difficult to help others understand the messages of the seers.
 
“All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand Enemies,” he started again, but this time he continued with, “And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you; digger, listener, runner, Prince with the swift warning. Be cunning, and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed.”
 
Once he had concluded, Tadec’s smile had faded away and he was left with a solemn burning in the very pit of his stomach. She seemed to have been spurred by life and the unfortunate circumstances surrounding it. She spoke of a deceased father and he could see the heartbreak that was wrought on her young features. In this, he shared a similar experience, for he had continued after his mother’s life had been ended prematurely. The thought still scorched him like wildfire.
 
Then, the girl introduced herself as Mona. Tadec offered her a spreading smile and bowed himself in a graceful and sweeping motion. “Mona ol u los?,” he asked curiously.