Alarael gives a slight nod of her head to Vikta as she moves to follow.  Elven long bow in one hand, she checks to make sure her quiver is positioned for easy drawing.  She notes the partial elven heritage of the young woman, but gives no sign of distaste like many elves would.  She had learned long ago that the measure of a person was not in their heritage, but in their actions, though some elven blood was certainly a plus in her book.  Her eyes light upon the other two briefly before scanning the land around her.  She gave no thought to lust or romance, despite the beauty around her.  First they needed to discover what this was all about...