[Amanaduial the archer]

"Well, my race rejected me."
"Ah, well, that was foolish of them, wasn't it? But make the best of your current situation - damsels in distress to rescue, and a warm fire at night. What more could you want?"
Elanor looked away from the kind elf. Easy for you to say...always having a people to grow up with...not just in between Mentally the human smacked herself- she was so selfish. She should go down and...socialise or something. She sighed and looked sideways at the grinning elf beside her, one eyebrow raised. Elwyn then raised one eyebrow so trying to keep a straight face Elanor raised the other.
However eyebrow fest was soon interupted as Gwyn and the elf Elanor was yet(and dubious) to meet, the one from the camp. "My friends is there a healer here?" They lay the figure they were carrying on the floor, and Elanor saw it was the magnificent Bulvard..with a truly magnificent gash across her chest. Without a seconds thought Elwyn had dropped to the ground and Elanor followed, dipping her hands in her pockets to try to find her equipment...