Though she wasn’t sure what to expect (having never seen a Minotaur before), what finally walked into view was, for lack of a better word, awesome. Solynne’s knees shook beneath her black gown, the movement so sudden, it drew one of the Elves’ attention. The Minotaur might not have noticed, but the Elf’s left ear twitched mildly in response. Whether it was a reprimand, a reaction or a sympathy quiver was difficult to interpret.<br/><br/>The leader of the entourage took one small step forward, his slender hand close to the hilt of his sword. Not a threat, simply training. “She is with us,” he replied before beckoning Solynne forward with a flick of his raised finger.<br/><br/>The young Elf, only recently come of age, swallowed her fear and stepped forward, past the front guard. She raised her gaze to the Minotaur, Nalto, and bowed her head before saying in a voice that shook in her mind, but did not aloud, “I am Solynne Teldilinina. I am the Sacrifice of my people to keep the pact between our races strong. Please accept me, Nalto of the Thunder Hoof.”<br/><br/>Once her eyes had lowered, Solynne was scared to raise them again and so she did not until it would become absolutely necessary.