Tristan had began to mumble, "They're people, not wild animals, I don't think being downwind is gonna be a big deal," but Rita had already taken off.<br/><br/>Well. Rita was one of the wiser people Tris had met in her life, so she probably knew what was best. It could be bandits, after all, or one of the sapient races that were unfriendly towards humans. She'd never encountered such creatures before, as they'd been mostly driven from the country where she grew up.<br/><br/>She took a swig from her water jug and then dismounted the horse as well. May as well have a look around on this side of the hill. It was mostly grass and shrubs as usual, but you could sometimes find something of interest if you went foraging, and she had little else to do at the moment. Feldspar, taking advantage of the pause, immediately started grazing. She was glad to have such well-mannered animals, she rarely had to tie them up or worry that they'd run off.<br/><br/>There was one big rock off to one side of the hill. She decided to go take a look at it. It was a lot bigger than the rocks she'd seen out here, and though worn from time, seemed like it had been cut and brought here. Some kind of ancient writing was etched along the sides, though even if she understood their language, she probably couldn't have read it, worn as it was. A bit more well-preserved was a carving of a dragon, coiled and sneering. Tristan shuddered. She really hoped she never ran into one of<span style="font-style: italic">those</span>.<br/><br/>Taking a step to the side and looking past the monolith, she saw a lone gazelle grazing in the fading light. She hid back behind the rock and thought to herself. Maybe it should be up to her to get some supper. She headed pack to Feldspar, taking more care to be quiet this time, and unpacked her bow and quiver. She didn't focus on archery that much as a form of combat, but she was still decent shot, and the bow had been yet another entry into her collection of exquisitely crafted weapons that were gifted to her over the years.<br/><br/>She wasn't even sure what kind of wood it was, but it was stained a deep red and had small engravings of runes and flowers carved up its length.<br/><br/>She crept back to the rock, and checked to make sure the gazelle was still there. She dug her boots into the dirt and began drawing her arrow back, trying desperately not to think of all the times her archery instructor had criticized her technique.<span style="font-style: italic">Get lucky,</span>she told herself, her mantra for when every she had to send something away from her hands.<br/><br/>Her prayer was answered, as the arrow struck the gazelle in the eye (she'd been aiming for what she thought was the hard, but she would take it).<span style="font-style: italic">Yes! </span>she thought, pumping her fist and rushing over to the fallen creature. She easily hefted it across her shoulders and made her way back to the ox to unpack her gutting and cleaning tools.<br/><br/>When Rita returned with her report, she replied, "Elven travelers, hm. Perhaps we should head on over and say hello, then. See if they're traveling in the same direction we are," not noticing the halfling's blush.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Tristan opted to stay off the horse and slung the gazelle on Feldspar. As they rounded the hill, she approached firmly, but cautiously, giving her some time to size up the camp before getting too close. Even elves could be bandits, after all.<br/><br/>There was still just enough light to color the sky, and the bonfire washed the camp in gold and orange, so it was still easy to see what was going on. Tristan halted abruptly.<br/><br/>“Uhh…”<br/><br/>The one elf had been joined in nude revelry by one of the other women, and they danced together, for a bit apart, letting their long golden hair whip around and undulating their hips with lustful allure, but soon pressing their bodies tightly together, lapping on each other like waves on a beach.<br/><br/>The other elves were also no in varying states of undress, watching the dancing pair, as the violinist continued to play zestfully. One of the men was playfully lifted up her dress and was caressing the back of her thighs. Her eyes were closed, and she bit her lip as it curled into an aroused smirk, but it didn’t seem to faze her performance.<br/><br/>“Rita,” Tristan hissed. “Were, uh, they doing this when you were scouting here?”<br/><br/>Rita replied hesitantly, but still with a playful twist in her ton. "Ah well.. not this excactly."<br/>She was still rather embarassed, but felt a bit better now since Tristan seemed even more shocked by the elves' activities.<br/><br/>"Maybe... maybe we shouldn't interrupt," Tristan said .