Garsot pondered a minute on the issue Alleo had raised regarding her mother's reputation. If she was known to this world and in the same regard that she had been known to his, then gaining help in order to revive her would prove to be a problem. He was thinking of how he could bring it up to them without causing a disturbance if they did actually know of her. For now, he figured it would be best to get some food in their stomachs, it could give them the time they need to formulate a plan of discussion. He gave a wide grin to Alleo, "Lets eat first and then we can figure that out," and headed through the doorway.<br/><br/>Once outside he could smell the aroma of whatever it was that the elves had been cooking up. Making it over to the house the food would be served at, it was discovered that the villagers had started cooking up special meals for their new guests. Garsot asked if there was anything that he could do to help, to which most of the elves replied politely that they would handle everything, a concept he was not used to as when a feast, or any meal, was being prepared, all those who were eating pitched in to help. Finally, an elf tasked him with getting some more water from the well, to which he gleefully agreed to do. With Alleo still perched up on his shoulder he made his way towards the center of the small town, bucket in hand. Before he could reach the well, however, a figured moved across his path and stood in front of him.<br/><br/>The figure turned out to be the mage from earlier, finger over her lips indicating for Garsot and Alleo to remain quiet. She walked towards her hut and motioned for them to follow.<br/><br/>A bit weary about the way she had approached the two of them, Garsot followed her but kept distance in case she was up to something. Finally reaching her at the hut, he watched as she went inside and quietly called for them to enter. Once inside, he noticed she was at the alter with some kind of scroll laid out on the top, though her eyes were on the pair.<br/><br/>"I apologize for my rather suspicious behavior, but I feel that the matter I am about to discuss with you is something that should be kept between the three of us for now." Her gaze stayed firm on the pair as she began to chant words in her language, rubbing her finger across the scroll as she did.<br/><br/>The words on the scroll echoed her chat and with a flash of light, energy had shot up and sprang at Alleo and Garsot. Before Garsot had a chance to react his body, as well as Alleo's, was completely engulfed in a white aura. He got ready to draw out his staff and direct Alleo to take cover as he was about to strike.<br/><br/>"No wait," Gylil pleaded as she finished the chant. "You are in no danger. The aura that surrounds you is meant to identify your origin of birth. Please, speak your names." A sincere looked washed over her face as made this request.<br/><br/>Garsot shot a glance of uncertainty at Alleo and then looked upon the mage once more. "Alleo," he said to her quietly, "if this turns bad, you need to leave as fast as you can." He had his hand upon his staff, still ready to bring it out as he stated his name, "Garsot," he said confidently and waited to see what was going to happen.