The elf woman stands facing the winding river as it twists its course deeper into the swamps. Here and there snakes made their presence known, but these vermin do not bother the woman. It might even seem as if she is ignoring all around her as she stands with her chin lifted into the wind, blowing lightly against her tumbled mane of silver, eyes closed.<br/><br/>Yet she answers the prince with all apparent honesty. "Your saftey concerns me for reasons not yet known to myself. Elves are not future seers, but we have learned to trust our instincts." Finally she tilts her face towards him, her green eyes peeping from dark lashes. "My instincts tell me you are a far more important player in the scheme of events then others might think."<br/><br/>A shiver courses through her, and her arms lift to cross under her breasts, it is not a shiver of coldness. "We are close."