[Amanaduial the archer]

Faerim turned his horse around expertly to face the approaching sound of hooves, and his pale skin paled even further beneath his light freckles as he saw the flaring flag standard. He recovered quickly, his face shifting subtly into a polite, impassive mask as he took in the two approaching horsemen. One, the clean shaven, officious looking soldier beside the flagbearer, called over.

"Hold people! May I inquire what is going on here! Are there any disturbances? Let’s start with you soldier!"

Faerim nodded respectfully at the man, who was obviously a high ranking officer from his fine clothing and way of speaking. He recognised him a second later, and it hit him just how high ranking. "Captain Belegorn, there is no disturbance. Merely a-a misunderstanding." His voice was polite and almost flawlessly confident, apart from the slight stammer in the middle. He saw the elf with the child, the one who he had been talking to, shift slightly in his seat, and could feel the grey eyes on his face, watching him with quiet interest. But Belegorn's gaze shifted as he turned his attention to the rotund officer who had been making the fuss.

"Well soldier, is there anything going on here that I should be aware of?"

Faerim, an expert at concealing his emotions when necessary, managed to hide his gleeful grin as the soldier squirmed beneath his superior's gaze, before he muttered a few words and was dismissed by Belegorn. The Captain then turned back to Faerim, and the youth was surprised to see that he was grinning. Unsure of how to respond, Faerim kept his face emotionless - he had no idea what to expect, and Belegorn had a fiersome reputation, from what Faerim had heard: certainly Carthor wasn't exactly a fan. Belegorn regarded him for a moment, and seemed about to say something when he simply sighed and turned to the elves where they had moved over to Renedwen. Faerim couldn't see his face clearly because of the wide helmet that the man wore, but he could feel his uneasiness. He started to say something, to try to prove some sort of reliability. "They will not harm h-"

But Belegorn was gone before he really started, signalling to the flag bearer and speeding away, leaving Faerim to watch his retreating back thoughtfully and wonder. Not only an acquaintance with an elf carrying a human baby, but now Captain Belegorn appearing rather considerably less terrifying than may have been made out: an intriguing passage of events certainly.