Ask any of the residents on Tuscoraura Mountain-high elves, wood elves, garden gnomes, mountain dwarves, or longhouse humans-and they will tell you that in the upcoming election seventeen-year-old Mademoiselle Zena Jeannesdottir is a sure candidate for the next umpire-in-chief of Fire Elf City, one hundred fifty feet up in the treetops.
Over and above her drive, her good-looks, and her knack for statecraft that can keep the balance among races prone to feuding, Zena has the magic tou.
Ask any of the residents on Tuscoraura Mountain-high elves, wood elves, garden gnomes, mountain dwarves, or longhouse humans-and they will tell you that in the upcoming election seventeen-year-old Mademoiselle Zena Jeannesdottir is a sure candidate for the next umpire-in-chief of Fire Elf City, one hundred fifty feet up in the treetops
