Glancing up, Neniel watched the sky turn ocher with the last light of the setting sun. The clouds took on tinges of red and pink as twilight drew near. Though the moon and stars were different here, still the Elves looked forward to their emergence every night. Through the many long toils and trials they endured, the heavens were always there to remind them of peace and hope, of better times that could yet come again, if they just endured a little longer. Darkness could not hold out forever.<br/><br/>The ranger felt a shiver run up his spine, though he knew not why.<br/><br/>Dry hay, among the usual odors, signaled his proximity to the stables situated by the city gates. The streets here were a little congested as the last surge of travelers and merchants either made their way into or out of Dalos, with the guards struggling to sort them out. With his hood drawn up, Neniel made his way through, weaving easily around men, horses, and wagons alike, a gray cloaked shadow passing unnoticed. Both Belrac and Fenneil were there, though the former was engaged in discussion. From the brief time Neniel had spent in his company, the Dwarf did not seem the sociable sort, but there he was.<br/><br/>Walking over to Fenneil, he met the man's eyes. "Well met."