The two elves stop in their steps, caught off guard with surprise as Rose neatly summarizes your day so far. “Are you sure they’re intelligent? They didn’t seem that when I hunted them down. Cunning sure, but many creatures of this forest are, doesn’t make them smart. Could not that one have been unique?” the female elf inquires as she recovers from the shock and moves to help you carry the stone statue of Daria, taking the warrior by the side. In an offhand tone she adds, “I’m Claria while we are at it, I don’t think we introduced ourselves last time,”<br/>The male focuses on a different aspect of your story as he steps away from the stone form. “I go by the name of Rotha. And you say one of them could use Old Magic, and you defeated it? You are all truly great hunters,” he speaks in an impressed tone as he skirts around towards Kasumi. He removes his shirt and offers it to the girl, turning his head aside as she dresses in it. His chest is rather well muscled for an elf, but still whip cord with little more than a hint of muscle tone and even less fat. The chilled air of the evening raises goose flesh across his exposed skin, but he seems to not mind as he fishes for something in a large leather pouch. With Kasumi half dressed  he begins to modify her cloak, wrapping it around her front at a downwards angle, then across her hips. To hold it in place, he pokes a hole through it with an arrow head and then passing a thin thread through the hole, ending by binding it all together. Thus the cloak now covers Kasumi’s front and extends from her lower back to halfway down her thighs, whilst the shirt covers her exposed back.<br/>With the aid of the two elves the going is much easier. Your travel through the forest that now seems to be quiet, the scamper monkeys sleeping and what remain of the bat creatures left behind. You enjoy the sound of insects, and the occasional bird cry, taking comfort in the knowledge that neither of them poses a threat to you. Red inquires about which of the elves knows the most regarding the herbs of the forest, and is told to speak with Umak, one of the tribe’s elders.<br/>Presently you arrive in the sleepy elven camp, two large tents with several figures around a dying fire and another score or so sleeping nearby under the night sky. As you approach one of the tents, Rotha shouts, “<strong>AWAKEN!</strong>For great hunters have returned victorious,” In the ensuing chaos of fumbling figures, curses and sleepy inquires for clarification the male elf direct you towards a tent, whilst Claria rolls her eyes. He exchanges some words with a groggy female rising from where she rested across the entrance, who then nips inside, only to emerge followed by several children whom she leads away. “We can leave her here where she won’t be disturbed. Then we can all celebrate your victory,” Rotha explains, as barrels are produced and the fire pit transformed into a blaze.