"I feel as if I have seen it before, but where I cannot recall at present."<br/>Elandris studiously scraped charcoal and paper together in a passable recreation of the tattoo, before folding the scrap several times and stowing it in a pocket. He would send it, along with a request for information, with a carrier bird the first chance he got, provided the Knight wasn't about. Though obviously not a trained detective, Karrlandren was not what the Warden supposed to be an entirely stupid fellow, and the sight of a man who called himself a Messenger deploying a bird to do what he was supposed to be doing himself would be more than mildly suspicious.<br/><br/>Night was falling. The darkness began to creep over the forest, settling first over the leaves, turning the wood into an endless cacophony of blackness, disturbed only by the speckled glint of moonlight shimmering through the trees and dancing on the water. It was not the sort of visibility one would utilize when attempting to determine how to cross a rather wide river. Elandris sat down on one of the Orcish bodies, rubbing a smear of mud from his boot and feeling the chill in the breeze. "I am unsure as to whether or not it is prudent to light a fire in these unfamiliar surroundings."<br/><br/>Removing his hat and looking at the darkness about him, the Warden was able to detect no watchful eyes, hostile or otherwise, but years of experience had taught him that lack of observation does not bend reality in one's favor. Elandris wrinkled his brow, eyes still scanning the woodlands. The sounds of battle that had rung for brief moments in the clearing would have served as ample warning to the other denizens of the forest that all was not well, and any of a more investigative nature were likely to come prowling about at their convenience.