<span style="color: #408000">The elf stood stock still, unmoving and unblinking, thoroughly overwhelmed by the situation at hand. Beside him stood his two visitors, Jeremi and Lilu; before him was the boy Stacy--or man, seeing as he did not know his age, though he appeared to be somewhat young--whom he had called over to join them; to another side flitted a fairy who had just presented himself, the lore-keeper called Mulberry; and a short distance away, the large hand-fellow who had been watching them had just fallen from a tree which he attempted to escape into and seemed to be unconscious. A deep part of his mind briefly compared himself to the fallen creature, finding humour in its similarity to his situation from earlier that day. However, the forefront of his thought was consumed with the fact that he was surrounded with people who were little more than strangers to him in the most precious part of the forest, so much as he was concerned, and the fact that he, he who was charged with the responsibility of keeping the peace and sanctity of the forest, had allowed this all to occur. <br/><br/>Finally, he snapped out of his daze and realised that he should attend to the fallen creature and ensure that it was neither dangerous nor terribly harmed. Thinking quickly, he took a firm but gentle hold on Jeremi's upper arm and dragged him along with him over to the hand-creature's body. He touched it lightly, sensing that it had lost awareness to a sort of sleep so far as he could tell. "Please, could you tend to the wounds? I need to search him." He looked expectantly to the doctor, knowing that of all of them he would be the most qualified to care for the . . . hand. He rolled the creature over and opened his bag, scanning over all of the items. While there were many curious items, his main concern was a map which he found which seemed to depict Krisnin Forest--at least this region of it--and rather accurately, at that. He wished to interrogate the creature about it when he awoke, but decided that for now the best option would be to confiscate it, and so he tucked it into his tunic. <br/><br/>Finishing his task, he stood and backed up, thinking back over all that had happened in the last half-hour. Drawing closer to the present moment in thought, he remembered the fairy's presence and words. "Mulberry, am I correct? Please, simply 'Levainlain.' The quest in discussion is not my own; it is that of Stacy, here, and the matter of your involvement would be up to him," he addressed the small creature. "And as for this fellow, " he gestured toward the hand-creature, "I cannot say why, or even what, he is here." His thoughts turned then to the creature which had been constructed with the pen. <span style="font-style: italic">Perhaps I should confiscate that as well until all is explained.</span> On that note, he removed the entire pack from the creature's possession and shouldered it. "Well, then, shall we carry it inside to a bed and then all join in for a warm drink?" </span>