( My sincerest apologies, there are no excuses for the lateness of this post. D: )<br/><br/>Nelehtriel shifted slightly in the bushes when she realized that she was picking up other distinct smells as well. It seemed that she wasn't the only observer who had decided to stay hidden and watch the battle from afar. An arrow shot from another hiding spot proved that someone was itching to get involved, and she didn't like that one bit. Chaos in her forest? They would have to take responsibility or she'd make them. The drow retreated from her hiding spot and began to move around the group, being careful not to show herself just yet.<br/><br/>Thankfully they defeated the demonic creatures on their own. Perhaps they weren't all that bad after all... But there was still another smell, another stench that warned her of the evil presence of some sort of a demonic creature. Why tonight? Why on the soil in which her dead parents were buried in? Ah, the nerve they had. The drow's jaw clenched as she followed a stray scent her nose had caught, thinking it would lead her to this demonic being that hadn't been killed. Her quiet footsteps came to a halt when suddenly, between the dark green foliage, she could make out a short figure hiding behind trees. The person was clearly just as intrigued as Nelehtriel about the battle that had just unfolded. The drow was about to pounce on the figure when suddenly a voice reached her ears and her head snapped back to the group further away.<br/><br/>Some sort of a demonic creature seemed to have joined them and as she snuck closer, she overheard parts from their conversation. A half demon was still a demon, an uninvited guest on land that was sacred for her. It seemed like the group was encountering the creature for the first time and already it or "she" was offering to help them. Nelehtriel growled in disgust. Demons were not to be trusted and she would be very much surprised if these poor travellers trusted the word of a complete stranger who claimed to be, of all things, a half demon.<br/><br/>Then again, perhaps they were foolish. They were in her forest in the first place, so that had to be an indication of their recklessness. Before she decided to approach the group, she turned her attention to the figure standing only a couple of bushes away from her. In one long lunge through the foliage she was standing behind the short creature and aiming an arrow at him.<br/><br/>"Who are you? What is your business in this forest?" Nelehtriel must have sounded a bit crazy. Technically and actually, no one owned the forest, but years of solitude and mourning over her parents had made her a bit, well, strange in the head. She liked to think that this forest was hers because her parents had become one with the soil, because her blood was on its leaves and had dripped on its foliage. The drow felt extremely connected to the forest, something which many bypassers or strangers would probably find very odd.<br/><br/>As she observed the short stranger in front of herself, she realized it was a dwarf and relaxed a little. There was no need to be rude, but old habits died hard; she didn't trust strangers easily, which was a necessary survival instinct in the forest. "You are not with them, are you?" She asked, nodding towards the group. "And I do not smell any demon blood on you." This caused her to lower her bow a few inches, but she was nonetheless hesitant. You could never be sure about people who wandered into the forest.