Isledra exchanged a soft stroke behind the ear for Alo's brush along her bare leg as he returned to Eyota's feet, which seemed his usual position.  "A loyal companion, he carries himself well."  The elf spoke admiringly of the cat even as she took the human girl's arrow.  The craft of the two archer's was quite different but it was clear Isledra was impressed with the practicality of Eyota's decisions on her arrow of choice for this hunt.  "A reasonable consideration, I defer to your judgement on such things as I rarely hunt, at least not for food."  She somewhat unconsciously looked to the half-orc in their midst, betraying the only race she had ever slayed with arrow or knife.  "Life is so often about trade offs, what to keep and what to let go."  She mused as she continued to inspect the arrow in minute detail and talking even as she focused on her craft.<br/><br/>"I value accuracy over all, and make them as long as I can easily handle.  Even the heaviest of arrows will bounce off the dragon's scales, for that matter even the heaviest of spears."  She did pull her eyes from the arrow as she saw the spear being gifted to the one named Voran.  "But being able to hit a weak point, between scales or even down the gullet."  She looked to Eyota once more.  "That was the advice given me by one of our elders, for I have never seen a dragon, let alone hunted one.  But I might be grateful for as much range as I can manage once we find the creature."  She smiled, glad to have broken the ice with at least one of her compatriots.<br/><br/>As their attention shifted to the dwarf Gostîm, Iseldra picked up two of the arrows, handing one to Eyota.  After several moments of inspection she leaned close and whispered.  "Do you think they would be offended if we just took the points?"  She felt as if she could practically work the tip off with her fingers.  The points were finally made of steel, but the rest looked as if it were crafted by someone who may have seen an arrow once, but certainly never lofted one towards an enemy or their dinner.  In the end she opted to take what arrows were allotted to her, opting to remove the tips later when it would be less likely to cause offense.<br/><br/>The collection of arrows brought them closer to Voran, though Iseldra only nodded in his direction.  She had noted Alo's animosity and decided not to be too closely associated with the cat wearing warrior just yet.  She kept a wary eye on the half-orc but otherwise was beginning to relax a little among these unusual peoples that she had only viewed from afar before this night.