Shyeal was still taking it all in she had listened in on so much that she was ready to speak up. "What if every dark lord and evil litch to ever plague our lands was simply someone who got their hands on a weapons like the one on this thing...or even worse, a warship. Who knows who else has crashed here, Mneta saw me as not unusual in fact she had some vague understanding of a race of us, elves. So whether we're from here, or perhaps a ship called the yggdrasil? I don't even know, but today will not be forgotten by the drow. I can assure you of this, in fact I would be willing to bet they expected a weapons system like this. They put out too many resources too fast to just be investigating a strange airship crash. No, there's something else at play here." she took a deep breath and said "My folk the elves, are a long lived race and slow to change. I'm honestly shocked that in the eve of my second century that would pick me as their spokesperson, the only reason I can imagine for this is they wanted a fresh mind. I don't think we can afford not to join the galactic alliance, Becuase the next ship that crashes here might be a warship crashing in orc lands. Legends will call whoever got that ship a dark lord." She was clearly unsettled by the subject, and didn't feel she should have this role but she was sure of this. The fact that it was a field that allowed magic was a dread to her, but not what she was worrying about now. Mneta mentioned history "We would also like anything you have on the elves out in space...Or whatever you call the species that...even speaks elvish and was the sole reason Mneta could communicate as far as she did."