Gabriel narrowed her eyes, it seemed this mysterious man, who she was still convinced was some kind of bandit or marauder, was still bent on this ridiculous stand-off interrogation. She could sense that Bravebeak was getting more anxious by the minute. It seemed that now he was focused on what race she was...like her complexion, 'knife' pointed ears, and stature of being about the size of a human, seeming as Wood Elves were shorter than the other Elfen races, didn't give her away. It was then that she considered this man could be a hermit, disconnected from everything else and probably never saw her kind, since they rarely left the great forests of Sylvanis.<br/><br/>She then called out in a proud voice, showing she wasn't backing down, but yet giving him information in hopes that this could be resolved in some kind of way,"I come from the forests of Sylvanis, the forests of the Wood Elves. I might as well say that I came to the Heartlands on a good-will mission between the Legion and the Rangers. And while we are on the topic...mind if I ask what race you are from and what it is that you're doing?"<br/><br/>She noted, given her eagle-like vision, that this man couldn't hold his bow for much longer. Thanks to near centuries of practice and archery combat, her fatigue when it comes to the bow was hardly affected at all. As part of Ranger training, one was required to pass an endurance test...and needless to say, she had passed with flying colors. She was as still as a statue as she kept the bow raised with the two deadly arrows pointed at him.<br/><br/>Bravebeak soon stopped flapping his wings and rose to the trees, landing on a branch. He could tell that this stand-off wasn't going to end soon and it was best to not tire himself staying afloat. Though, while resting on the branch, his piercing stare was still on the stranger, ready to swoop down and gouge out his eyes with his dagger sharp talons or razor beak once his Wood Elf companion gave him the okay.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>