The young man seems unphased by the irritation lining the edge of your voice. „Aye, ships do not come here. They are sunken by storms, or the lords of the deep. Thus it is our fate to stay on this island until we complete our duty. Still, we are all children of the Sun. Well, all us save for those wretched goblins and dark elves. And killing them may very well be the duty we are yet to fulfill,” he explains as he approaches you, leather boots producing a subdued noise as he steps onto the lowered gate.<br/><br/>„You are indeed a guest here Alysia, but a most welcome one,” he offers you his hand in greeting. „Many of us here have a similar story to yours, and those who do not can find something like that if they follow their family back far enough. I am Field Marshal Denak, chosen one of Pelor in the Hill Fort. We keep the foul dark elves at bay, away from those less able to defend themselves. You seem exhausted, come and rest. Our healer and several companions of hers are about to go on a personal quest granted to her by powers beyond our ken. But I am sure she could take a moment to ease your discomfort first,”