Tristan followed the dwarf.  He knew an experienced elven shadowhunter's followers would be an unusual mix, gathered from across Nayearth in her travels, but knowing such a fact was a far cry from seeing the mixture of men and women gathered here.  He kept his expression as carefully schooled as he could as they traveled to the center of the camp.<br/><br/>But not even a lifetime of training in the courtly arts could keep him from staring when he first saw the elf Lauralana.  As rarely as he people graced the courts of humans, he had never had occasion to actually see an elf before.  He missed a step and then stopped, held for a long moment to gaze upon her before he was able to recover enough of his wits to approach.  It was then he noticed the girl trailing in the elf's wake, but he dismissed her quickly, along with everyone else that was not the beauty before him.<br/><br/>Coming before her, he dropped to one knee and bowed his head.  "My lady," he said in a voice clear only due to the hours of training it had been put to, "I am Tristan, Prince of Bartain.  On behalf of my father, King Durhan, I welcome you to our lands and thank you for the aid you have offered in dealing with this flurry of raiding and banditry."<br/>