Tygrane paused a long moment when the dwarf offered to enchant her weapon.  It was a bit too long of a hesitation in the elf’s opinion.  But remembering how useless she had been in the last fight she just sighed and offered her bow over to the dwarf.<br/><br/><span style="color: #006600">“Do what you can.  I hate being completely useless.”</span>Useless and helpless.  Both feelings she hated the most.  It always reminded of her life before her adoptive parents found her.  When she was nothing but a slave to whatever band of bandits held her collar at the time.  And especially the last group overflowing with green skinned devils.  Orcs.<br/><br/>With that thought she glanced over when she heard Grummush approaching them and joining their little group.  He immediately got an evil glare from the elf when he looked at her.  She didn’t bother speaking to him.  Instead focusing back on the dwarf.  The short woman was much more pleasant on her eyes than the orc.<span style="color: #006600">“I’m ready to go when you are done with my bow.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>