Rinurion was still not completely at ease. But since he could not think of any offense the stranger had done he unnotched his bow. He looked at the female elves that had just arrived.
He looked curiously at the approaching fingure of the "wild" elf, or so had she been branded. Even if she was now accepted into the fold's of the elvenking, her brash manner was the one thing that often singled her out. Whether at the training grounds, or at the halls.
The one that came before her he knew as Amaryllis. Her beauty was well known among his comrade... as well as her recent loss.
"Aglavin, lead the rest of the patrol back. Bring news to the court of the draug's attack . I will follow a bit later."
Slinging his bow across his back, he took out some herbs from his pouch and approached the kitchen elf. It seemed she was not seriously hurt. She took the athelas from him, smiling her thanks.
He stood back. "It would be best that we head back to the halls."
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