"I will train you then," said the dark elf as he moved towards one of the bookshelves. Feawen followed after him, scowling. "Wait! How can I trust you?" Immediately, the elf turned around and uttered a string of words that Feawen could not quite catch. She blinked, confused. "I said that I hate the King with every fiber of my soul and seek his demise. And I said it in the ancient language, meaning I cannot lie. Satisfied?" Feawen swallowed hard and nodded.

((adding more laterrrr :} ))