A wild elf waits at the bridge

A wild elf appeared!



Just beyond the bridge over the river from Myth Drannor, literally fifteen feet off the trail, Aly'nalathia has set up a tent and a small fire pit. She ignores utterly the comings and goings of anyone who does not directly address her or approach her fire, it is not clear she is aware of their existence at all unless they choose to approach. She vanishes from the camp occasionally, running off into the woods for a short time, typically returning with some small animal to roast. After several days, it becomes apparent that she's not leaving any time soon.

When the defenders across the bridge asked what she was doing, she answered as she would for anyone who asks:

"I wait for Keeper. We will speak of Law."

((Anyone wishing to mess with her camp while she's away, feel free to wait for her to run off, it happens sooner or later and you'll have two hours easy))

Auryne would hear from one of the guards at the Forest Ruin fortress about the strange green elf camping on the other side of the river.

She would seek her campsite out and if she isnt there wait patiently for her. Warming some tea over the fire.

When Aly returns to her camp she would be greeted by a smiling Auryne and a steaming pot of herbal tea.
"Some tea?" she would ask her

One or two days before Karovir and Fohgar heard from Tahandor that there is an elf camping outside of Myth Drannor and waiting for the keeper. After asking a guard about the details, they found Aly and Lhanir and talked for quite a while until first Fohgar then Karovir left the camp again.

Several visitors have come and gone...for a while there was even a second tent!

Aly returns and adds another log to the fire, bowing before the campfire formally before turning to the other elf. She looks faintly surprised when offered tea, impressed even. Momentarily taken aback, she takes a small porcelain and silver cup from her pack, and holds it in two fingers and a thumb tripod style. As it is filled, she responds with a deep dip of her head, though her gaze never drops. She begins to say something as she looks down at the cup...then a realization hits her and she pauses. She speaks in her oddly accented elven, glancing up at Auryne.

"...this is not Dream tea. Is it? Not Mushroom tea. I thought for a moment you wanted to run Dreamwood with me. It is often done among us, when two wish new understanding, so I thought- ...well. While we would... undoubtedly learn much of one another, I am not sure how relevant it may be."

She twirls her spear in her free hand and jabs it down into the dirt beside her. Then she sits in place, dropping and fluidly settling into a crosslegged position with the teacup still held in the upward tripod, not spilling a drop. She looks very formal, very proper, her culture clearly retains some sort of tea ritual even if it lacks architecture. With practiced movements and studied grace, she raises the cup and lowers her head, eyes closing, then drinks and looks up again.

"I have come to the edge of your Ring of Spears, as you asked. Speak then of Law."

And she waits, sparingly sipping tea.

Orson would have gone quite often to see Aly in her camp whil she waited for Auryne. he is evidently not there that day when she came.