Victor had followed the elves, keeping in steps through the trees in brush. He became emboldened when he heard the screams. His chivalry would not allow for his absence in a place of suffering or fear. He leaped from the bush thinking he was still in a lush forest, only to find himself exposed in a cleared acre or so of village-descript land. He stood confused at the ebb and flow of welcome. Sensing his ignorance of the fair folk, he shrunk from the scene to pretend his nature matched his shape and sat by one of the huts closer the table.