Arivaela'ruar Encampment

The old elf smiles faintly, making his allready seemingly paperthin skin look even more fragile and tight to the cheekbones. He bows his head ever so slightly in greeting to the tall elf.

" Elen sila lumenn omentilmo"

He says, using the very formal and old greeting of the fair folk

" I am looking for Master Mahalion; I am Brenor of House Hastalion"

With his introduction he again bows his head in greeting before the sharp green eyes once more rests on the tall elf

"I am afraid Mahalion only comes very seldom to this encampment these days. He usually comes once every season to tend to our plant and animal life then he moves on to his duty to Nature" He makes a gesture  around the camp at all the vegetation and animal life present before he looks back at the elderly elf. "Perhaps I can be of assistance to you?"

The old elf grumbles lowly to himself

"I see. Do you have any means of reaching him with a message?"

He leans on his staff regarding Aureco.

Aureco nods. "Indeed. I will do my best to see that he obtains your message"

Brenor nods, offering a faint greatfull smile

" Very well, you have my gratitude my Lord. If you could let Master Mahalion know that Brenor of House Hastalion has returned to the City of Song and would ask his counsil on a matter, I would be most greatfull"

He bows his head slightly and then looks to Aureco

He bows to him in return but his bend is lower, indicating the level of importance and reverence he accords to the elderly elf. "It will be done, I am sure he will find you as soon as he can." The elf states politely.

Brenor again bows his head his right hand on his chest above his heart

"May thy paths be green and the breeze on thy back.
Go with the blessing of our Farther Corellon Larethian and may His grace ever favor your path"

With that he turns and strides away with his slow but gracefull steps, despite his use of the quarterstaff as aid.

A young female wood elf with a bubbly personality decides to walk over and sit down. She looks like shes been in the woods for quite some time. She just wears a simple dress and a has her staff with her. She seems to be only about 140ish years old.
"Hello!"

My'manir's visible golden eye lifts to the stranger elf and smiles a bit, continuing to caress her one year old womb. "Hello Tel'Quessir, welcome to this Camp, you can rest and eat or drink as you need here" My'manir smiles, greeting the fellow Elf in proper elven tongue.

A young sun elf in regal vestiments lies lazily in ground, spoting the branches of Tree of Souls, he turns slowly his head in the voice direction and with a warm smile Eldruin adresses her. - Hello there kin, welcome.

My'manir nods and waves a bit to Eldruin. "Hello kin, how are you doing?"

Still smiling Eldruin turns his atention to the tree branches again and answer My'manir - You know, here and there, stabing beastmen, slicing snakes and cuting undeads, geting the gold and great bargains. How bout you kin, already has a name to your litle Arivaela'ruar, do you know if he or she? *Eldruin eyes gaze My'manir now, shining with curiosity.*

"Hello i hope you dont mind my intrusion. Ive just came back from a long journey recently. Im Uralia of the grove. I figure i should come back into town and introduce myself and all that." You can tell shes not exactly a normal elf. Very laid back.

"It is a he, and still do not have a name yet." She smiles and nods to the elf stranger. "Be welcome to stay as much as you like." She looks over to Eldruin. "Did you see the grand summoning the other day? I saw it from here, it was impressive" She points a finger towards the shimmering Tower atop a high hill in the distance.

The druid looks quite confused. "Grand summoning?"

"Yes, the Tower of Rule has been finally summoned!" She explains to the stranger elf with a smile. "I'm no scholar, but it appears the Crownblade did it" She nods.

"Oh the tower of rule of course..." *failed bluff check* "So that brings me to a question and a bit of a story. So I grew up in a grove of non uh elves. I learned a bit at evermeet but still not much. What should i do if i *cough* want to be apart of the city and learn more about our ancestral ways?" She seems to be drawing circles in the ground with her staff and looks quite embarrassed.

"You do what every other person does. You hang around, you make your home here, speak with other elves, you visit the library to read up on lore, or get others to tell you about it. Dlabraddath is filled with lots of information all around the place" She smiles, folding her right arm under her womb.

She nods a bit. "Ill remember that. So whats the tower of rule for starters?"