A sun elf looks for an Akh'Velahr

A pregnant wood elf wearing a set of leathers walks by and sees the elf looking for an Akh'Velahr. When she sees nobody tending to him she approaches the male and nods with a smile, her left arm wrapped beneath her one year old womb. "Hello kinsman, did you need an Akh'Velahr? I am one if you need help" She says in the flowing elven tongue.

The sun elf bows slightly with, he has feathers on his matted hair and where its exposed he shows a light bronze skin - with a faint grin he answer

- Hello kin Akh'Velahr, I would prefer adress one that has some use in train the traditional elven styles to the people, since my gift is more adequate to one of them.

The elf has some elaborated speech to one used to live in forests, but not to a straight sun elf

"I like to think I am, at least the greatblade is my weapon of choice. You bear gifts, what is the occasion?"

She tilts her head.

*The ar'tel'quessir nods back*

- So I can say you fit perfectly kin, even if I know you will need time before make use of this weapon properly. I am Narquess, druid of the circle of Cormanthyr, some of your scouts know me from previous encounters, specially here in Rimwood. I have to say the work of the Akh'Velahr in the forests against the undead army let no doubt they were well trained and mostly veterans, thanks to the seldarine.

Narques holds the weapon by its blade, offering the handle to My'manir

- This maybe will help you or another Akh'Velahr to train some of the less experienced.

"I.. um, thank you?" She says as she accepts the offered blade with her free hand, looking it over briefly, allowing her golden eye to criticize it quietly before she looks back to him. "Most kind, do you do this often? Come here bearing gifts to the Coronal's army?"

The blade has elven design, with an expected and remarkable balance, but My'manir would notice something amiss with it, besides the elven runes indicating the blade was forged to be a training one.

- I do not to be honest, but the place of this weapon doesnt fit forests and would be a shame to not return it to where it properly belonged in past... or at least to a place fiting its original purpose as I can't say its origin.

"Well you can leave your weapons with the Quartermaster here, I am sure she will get them to people that can make use of them" She nods over to Malia the Quartermaster. "Thank you again"

I will remenber this kin if I find anything similar the sun elf take some distance and start to vanish to form an air elemental and leave the place silently