Daria permits Red half a minute of fiddling around trying to open the lock with his inefficient tool before politely stepping in and unceremoniously lifting the chest only to drop it onto the rock it was previously resting against. She repeats this twice more before the chest bursts open and all of you jump back, but no magic trap is triggered. Inside are 4 sets of the following equipment: a shortspear with barbed hook at the end, a mithril buckler and a suit of leather armour dyed pale turquoise with small fins decorating the elbows.<br/>Up along the beach the elves notice you and two of their company break off to jog towards you. “Greetings Deneve,” once pants as soon as you are within ear shot. His companion bows whilst touching his forehead with two fingers, indicating he does not know any of you by name, but wishes you well. “My name is Rafan,” he introduces himself. Both elves have shoulder length blonde hair and carry unstrung longbows across their back, one end of which is thickened to resemble a club. Around their necks is a miniature red leaf preserved in amber, presumable a mark of their tribe.<br/>“Don’t they always say luck comes to the wonderer?” comments the elf who spoke first as he catches sight of the chest. “Fancy swapping?” he grins at Deneve, “All we’ve found are two humans who will no doubt desert us as soon as they hear of the Unnatural Hill,” he complains, using his own kin’s term for the Fort.