The very next thing that Maeve became aware of, was the fact that her hands were bound behind her back. She couldn't be sure what it was that held her hands together but it was scratchy. Not thick enough for rope but maybe some kind of twine or cord. Rolling over onto her back, Maeve used her new position to sit up. Still in shock, she just barely noticed the tall man that approached. Although man wasn't really the right word. He was definitely not human, not with his pure white hair, yellow eyes and regal features.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Is that a...?</span>Maeve blinked and looked more closely, it was definitely an elf. The pointy ears were a giveaway. Maybe even a High Elf.<br/>Elves weren't rare per say....they were around but you just didn't often see them. They lived very reclusive lives...at least, that had been her personal experience of elves. They weren't that common either though. This was the first one she had actually seen with her own eyes.<br/>Whoever it was, they were definitely coming towards her. However, they also stopped and broke off their own binding with a sharp looking rock. The elf neared, still holding the rock. Unsure about her approacher, Maeve attempted to get up onto her feet, sliding forward to her knees and then standing up. Just in case he wasn't friendly.<br/>The sound of engines in the distance started thrumming and the vehicles they must of been brought in drove off, leaving the captives alone inside a giant fence. It was probably towards late afternoon at this point, the sun was dropping down and in a matter of a couple hours it would be night time.