[Amanaduial the archer]

Tallin flinched mentally at Hwesta's words. Oh, ouch.

"I, too, would like to leave, but it is not befitting of a lady."

"Oh how badly is she asking for it?" Dia growled. Tallin put her hand on the she-wolfs head but didnt reprimand her.

" I, sadly, will probably never travel. I may travel to another city when I find a husband, but, until that time, I am to stay at home, as an Elf maiden should do."

Tallin was now gripping both wolves fur discreetly as they strained against her hands. Hwesta turned away and Tallin relaxed her grip on them with a warning glance. As she looked up again she caught Hwesta's eye, seeing the tear in it. Their gaze held.

Ah. Not hate, but envy. Resentment and envy.

The other elf turned away and Tallin decided to try and make ammends. She cleared her throat and began to improvise. "Well, we, erm, we have been on a- well, on a quest." She said hesitantly. "But we are short of people here. Another one with fighting skills would be useful, and I am the only oone with any knowledge of plants...?" She continued, recalling what Hwesta's brother had told her of his sister.

The tall female elf froze and her eyes flickered across Tallins. "What do you mean?" She said slowly.

The wolf tamer continued to hold Hwesta's eyes. "We would be very grateful." She said softly.