The man had greeted himself as Morys and shook Drachon's hand, the man even bowed slightly, but the elf could see that he somewhat embarrassed. Drachon did not mind, though he was an elf and proud of the fact, he did not carry the snobbish demeanour that was famous with his race. Just then his ears picked up what sounded to be a whistling wind, almost like speech, and he heard Farish's voice. Just then Chizu, the young boys wind sprite landed on his shoulder and seemed to smile at him. He returned the smile as he saw the young boy, the wolf anithrope, and the man from the bar come near them.<br/><br/>Morys wasted no time in taking command, telling them all that the next move would be to the goblin forest. Drachon felt a joy rising his chest, he has heard of the dangers of the forest, but it was a forest all the same. Morys then took off, and Farish and Chizu followed quickly in suit.The elf smirked as they took off and followed shortly behind them. The elf saw the broken path of underbrush created by the man and the young boy, but opted to take a different route.<br/><br/>He swiftly climbed up a tall oak tree with a familiarity which is only born out of years of practice. He climbed three thirds of the way up before leaping onto the branch of another tree nimbly. The elf took off, jumping, running, and swinging from tree to tree with a natural born grace polished with years of experience.The elf followed the path of the broken underbrush with his eyes and quickly caught up with them, he was soon keeping pace with Morys. While the situation was grim, Drachon could not help but see the sport in this. He shouted down to Morys and the boy "What do you say we make this a little interesting" He pointed at a clearing in the forest up ahead and shouted down, his tone slightly condescending, but jokingly so "First to the clearing wins, may the best elf win!" The elf went full speed, leaving a tree as soon as he touched it, with a grace that seemed almost etheral.