<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i720.photobucket.com/albums/ww210/Goayne/Male%20RPCs/link_by_teralilac-d6bo0b7_zps388c9548.jpg?t=1406231029">Dherune</a></div><br/><br/>"Elora," he said softly testing out the name on his lips.  It was a beautiful name but somehow familiar sounding.  He would have to ask her to write it out for him later.  He held a suspicion about the name but did not expect to be able to answer it himself.  He would bring it home with him and ask a scholar friend of his.  But that was a question for another time.  For the moment he followed her through the halls of the castle until they came upon the eating hall where the two of them took their seats.  Opting for water over wine, he thanked the servants before returning his attention to his lovely guide and her question.<br/><br/>Before answering her though he wondered if they had an equivalent to the Rangers in this Kingdom.  Perhaps he would find out upon explaining his position to her.  "I am a member of the Gridanian Rangers," he started.  Having never met an elf or heard about Gridania, he doubted that this meant anything to her and so he qualified it, "We act independently of the Gridanian Military and are tasked with such things as quelling fiend populations and patrolling the boarder of the Dark Continent closest to our home."  This brought a look of knowing to his eyes that led into him adding, "It was such a mission that brought me to your doorstep.  My squad engaged a small band of Orcs and I was tasked with returning our report before finding the trail of the Raiding Party that attacked your people."<br/><br/>Finishing answering his question to the best of his ability, he gathered some fruits and cheese from the tray that had been placed before them.  Muttering a quick prayer to the Elven Gods of flora and fauna, he then began eating slowly so as to give himself time enough to reply to any more questions that she may have for him.