<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/66/28/f8/6628f8c971a0d5191980225bce9f924f.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Isledra </a>stepped out of the shadows after a moment's hesitation, her eyes seeking out each of her fellow elves as if drawing strength and confidence from them.  She moved with the usual grace of elves, though much of her confidence seemed to melt away as she felt the eyes of the non-elves upon her and stood alone, apart from her brethren.  Of all the elves present, she was most familiar with the lands of men and even the borders of the dwarven realm for she had travelled extensively.  But she knew not the people, always avoiding them or at best watching them from afar.  This was the closest she had ever come to human or dwarf and she struggled with her instinct to slip back into the shadows.  But one by one, her eyes met with each of her soon to be companions.  "As Lythandriel said, I am Iseldra, daughter of Rosaryn."  Her voice wavered a little as she spoke, continuing to make eye contact, but finding no strength from them as she did her own kind.  "We elves have long lives and long memories, we know well the danger of such a creature and those that may hold court with it."  Whatever she might think of humans and dwarves, her disdain for the dragon and the opportunistic races that might follow in its shadow was as plain as the nearly white hair on her head.  "If you shall have me, I shall do my best to guide you and help us bypass what dangers can be avoided.  But know well that in the end we must face the greatest danger of all and may we find the courage to face it."  She didn't feel that courage at the moment, but she did stand her ground in the middle of the gathering, waiting for those selected to speak their oath if they chose and to join in the quest if they dared.