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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Silver Moon" data-source="post: 1877880" data-attributes="member: 8530">Interlude Three: "At a Mexican Inn"Meanwhile, Approximately 450 miles south of Promise City……Four horses had tied up outside of the largest Inn in the town of Guaymas, Mexico, a port town along the Pacific Ocean. The strategic location of the port had made it a place where the humans from Spain had once decided to establish operations. The conquerors also felt that they needed a show of force when they ruled the region in the eighteenth century. They had been merciless to the wood elves living there, treating them as no more than slaves and forcing most of the elves to move cargo for the Spanish Governor without compensation. The Spanish left in the early 1800’s, but the town was occupied again by United States naval forces during the Mexican-American war. Those humans were as cruel to native wood elves as the Spanish had been and almost half the town was destroyed during the short occupation. The wood elves had long memories and this was the cause of the current difficulties for the four men attempting to get lodgings. Of the four, one was a wood elf and two were half-elves, but the root of the problem was their human companion. The innkeeper had held a grudge against all humans for the damage done to his building by both the Spanish and Americans and refused to accommodate the four with rooms. The four had been riding hard for most of the last three days and wanted to stop for a much needed respite for both themselves and their animals. One of the half-elves suggested that his three companions wait outside. After they stepped out he began a long story of woe, explaining that the human was his poor down-on-his-luck cousin and would do no harm to the building. He also pointed out that the human was neither Spanish or American, he was British. None of that mattered to the innkeeper. It was only when the half-elf offered the man three times the going price for a room to compensate for the ‘inconvenience’ that the innkeeper was willing to comply. The four first made sure that their mounts were properly secured, fed and watered before they gathered up their supplies and saddlebags and headed up to the two large adjoining rooms. Carlos Wyman, the half-elf who had managed to secure the rooms, was angry at how they were treated. “This is unfair!” he exclaimed. “After what our families have done for Latin America we should all be welcomed here as heroes. We should not have to fabricate tales or pay bribes just to obtain a place to stay.” The elf Antonio Jose de Sucre stated “You know why we must travel in secret. Many of the Mexican warlords remain in collusion with Spain. Carlos, your father fought bravely alongside the wood elves in the wars for independence against the Spaniards” and gesturing to the human says, “as did Miller’s uncle. If we were turned over to the Spanish the punishments to both of you would be harsh." He then gestures to the other half-elf in the room and says “But it is I and our President who have the most to fear if we are to be caught. We would surely be tortured and then killed.” That half-elf turns and approaches the others. He has a serious look on his face and walks with the stride of a gentleman rather than the solider that he had once been. He states “Carlos, William, General Sucre speaks wisely. We have several more days ride ahead of us until we reach the United States and it is best if we travel in animosity.” He then turns to the elf and says “Antonio, that title which you have just addressed me is no longer accurate. It has been nearly half a century since I last held the office of President, in fact you held that title more recently than I have.” The wood elf smiles at his life-long friend and companion and replies, “Very well, I will no longer address you by that title General Bolivar.”</blockquote>

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