Cirith Ungol RPG

[Amanaduial the archer]

"Hello Lorin."

"Hreeza! Don't do that!"

The sprite grinned mischievously as the children laughed and Lorin smiled slightly as well. She was looking tired and had to air of a person who seemed to have endless bounds of patience, and that someone was trying to find those bounds.

As the elf turned to the others and introductions were made, Hreeza turned her attention to the three children. They could see her, she knew it; even if they werent elves they probably would have been able to. Children had an ability to do this until they stopped believing so much in such things. They were watching her with s sort of wondering curiosity.

"Good day, O children of the blessed race." She said as she blew lightly around them.

"Children of the blessed race?" One said, attempting to raise an eyebrow.

"Indeed, as are all elves, O elfchilder. Now, where do you live?"

"Not telling you." Answered one boldly, jutting out his chin. Hreeza 'looked' at him. "Well, we like it with you." he muttered, then pointed a small finger at Lorin. "Shes nice. She doesnt tell us what to do."

Hreeza sighed and blew a few leaves around distractedly, laying them in colour order in front of the children. Children could be so very difficult. Ah well...

"Have you told Lorin?"

"Nope. She was distracted. Said something about another woman. Zohazel or something."

Zohariel! Hreeza looked around wildly. The necromancer was nowhere to be seen. Really not in the mood for this... Hreeza thought, as she went towards the main group...