Elariel smiled at the Night Elf's short look of surprise. When he returned the expression with a smirk of his own she couldn't help but laugh.<br/><br/>"No, I don't think I want you to just yet," She said with a concessional nod. She walked over to her pack and pulled a waterskin out of it. As she crouched over she took a deep drink from it before rising to her feet and offering some to the Hunter. She watched him for a moment and realized that there were other things that she may want him to do. She shook her head slightly to dislodge the idea and then walked over, leaning against the windowsill of her wooden shuttered window casually.<br/><br/>"So, I know that you refused my colleagues a name, but surely we are on first name basis at this stage? If you are terribly concerned about your identity you can even give me a fake name, anything will do. I wouldn't like to have to introduce you to the others as the Hunter, or the Night Elf."<br/><br/>Elariel reached behind her and pulled her hair out of its braid. Even tough it was a practical hairstyle for adventuring, the tension of the weave often made her scalp feel stretched. She had to suppress a sigh of relief as she shook the hair loose.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>