[Farrehn]

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"I do not mean to pry into your business...that was not right of me to ask. But I am curious...." Lumiel kept her head down but shifted her gaze up to Farrehn with polite curiosity, which helped to accentuate her youthful appearance, which was young even for an elf.
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"That is quite all right, Lumiel, I am not withdrawn by curiosity. My mother, Norien, Lady of the Moon, was a fair Elf of the Northlands, far beyond this part of the earth. My father, however, was not of Elfkind, and in his former years was fair and wise among his people. They were cliff dwellers, building high cities fair and white like the peaks of high mountians. I know them well, for I have saught to rebuild them as of late.
My father, Bouthore Scythwing, was the king of my half kindred, the Griffcon. They are not of this world. My mother was decieved in part by him. In the end he killed my fair and sad mother, and by his greedy ways spared me. He brought me up in Shadow and peril and taught me battle and malice. I fled from him in my latter years, and fought against him with Men and Elves in the North. But the Griffcon's song is perilouse, and many fell to his voice and followed him. But I, being half of his kind was not swayed by his song, and in the last hope struck him with my dark blade Cin, and destroyed him on his cliffs. The Free people were relesed from his spell. I came South, in need of healing and peace, for I head these lands were fair and good with healing." Farrehn finished at length. She smiled slightly and reached to her side where her sword, Cin still held his place. She drew the dark blade, slightly out of its scabbard, but dared not to expose the whole thing.
"This is my sword, wrought in evil and shadow, spilling the blood of both Men and Elf, and finally on hisa last strole, my father. I keep him as memory of what evil can do, and what I can do against such powers. Though his handle stings when I hold him, and the blade hates me, I bear him as a warrior would bear a scar from battle, or a fell would by his enemy. He is my past . . . I to forget that would be in itself a crime." she smiled again to show she was not in sorrowed spirits, "I am well, however the outcome came, and I have lived happily since i avenged my mothers death. Do not pity me, for I have paid peril for others." she stopped for a while then looked to Lumiel.

"Well, I have explaied my part of the story, but what of you, Lumiel Elf maiden, why have you not been with the Elf kind in you upbringing? I must hear your story before long!" she said gleefully, willing to listen at all length to Lumiels story.