As Ollea watched the wolf slip away, unwatched by all but her, she realized that she recognized this wolf; a pure white wolf was described to her before she came whose loyaties lay with the elf-lords, just in case they crossed paths. Are you the one they call Khelek? she ventured a guess, sending her private call out to the retreating wolf. The wolf stopped, looking back and becoming very still.
Ollea smiled slightly.I was told i might see you here. Well met, friend wolf. The wolf turned, and melted into the night's shadows.
Turning back to the matter at hand, Ollea sighed. She really shouldn't have gotten mixed up in this plot, but she had so wanted to find out what was going on that it was hard to resist. she would have to tag along for a while, since it was now far more difficult to simply disappear with explanation.
This, however, could be avoided, she thought as the two men began sizing up the man from the inn, preparing for a fight. Ollea closed her eyes and bowed her head slightly, allowing her entire face to be cloaked in the shadow of her hood. Her hand crept up, lightly resting at the bottom of her throat, pressing the flat jewel that hung there. She whispered some elven words in a breathless, inaudible whisper, repeating them twice. Then waited.
Thunder crashed through the silence nearby, shaking everyone out of there intense concentration. "That storm's almost here," Ollea said nonchalantely. "I think we should go inside."
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