While Belrac greeted the two women, after a fashion, Neniel hung back for a moment before approaching Rain. As ever, the Elf presented a subtle figure; enigmatic, yet never really standing out. With his hood drawn, a shadow cloaked his eyes in darkness.<br/><br/>"We were graced earlier by the presence of a gentleman,"  said the Ranger, casually. "I did not quite catch everything he said, but it all sounded rather gloomy. Doubtless, Master Belrac can furnish the gritty details. Excuse me."<br/><br/>With that, Neniel made his way to the stable master and haggled over horseflesh while the others made their various preparations. In the end, he managed to secure a dark bay mare. As his profession relied rather more on footwork than hoof, Neniel seldom had reason to call a steed his own. The Elf's purse was sorely taxed by the purchase, but it was nothing a few sojourns into the wilderness could not replenish.<br/><br/>For a moment, he considered getting rid of all the tack, being more accustomed to riding 'Elf-style' when he rode at all. In the end, Neniel decided to do without much of the headgear, stowing it away with the rest of the supplies.