It's a microcosm tale incorporating the never ending play of age against youth, how past and historical significance wanes with time, and the challenges of fighting for your place in it all.
Or an excuse to rag on elves for 400 or so pages.
Take your pick.
Life was going pretty well for Cas, goblins tended to stay dead after getting run through with a sword and her partner in crime - Hum, the Giant of whatever place he chose for that week - was still vertical.
But that all changed one day in an inn (because by narrative law your life can never change while enjoying a picnic by the lake or searching for pebbles) when a cowled figure entered her life and bonked it good.
Now she's stuck leading a pack of elves, and one ass, through a maze of forest determined to keep them from their goal; which she'd happily tell you about as soon as she figures it out herself.
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