Walking forward he glanced around.  There were many other races there.  There were some Dwarves, Humans, Wood Elves, you name it there didn't seem to be any correlation between who was taken.   But none of the people seemed to move an inch to help anyone else.  Everyone seemed tired and as if they had given up.  Turning his attention back to the girl, he saw her rising to her feet.  The look on her face told him that she was scared and unsure of his approach.   The rock in his hand probably didn't help with that.  slowly he continued forward.  As he got close to the girl, the smaller he realized she was.  By Elven standards he was somewhat on the short size.  Must Elves were nearly 6 inches taller than he.  But this girl was even shorter.  He had never had much interaction with Humans, the last time was when he was very young.  He had followed his father to one of the Kings meetings with the other races.  The Humans seemed much taller back then.  Not only was the girl short, but she was also a very petite thing.  She just seemed to be all around small, except for her hair.  The girl had long rustic brown hair, almost as long as most Elves.  Her eyes were a shade of brown, a color you would never see in an Elves eyes.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Hello, I'm not going to harm you.  How are your ribs?"</span>He asked as he held out the rock, offering to cut her binds.