Green eyes glittered as the Prince openly gawked, silvery head tossed back slightly as her steps slowed, halting when he kneels. She is used to such consternation among humans, and as such avoids villages or heavily populated regions, preferring to send Ana and Garreth as her delegates.<br/><br/>It is small wonder in her mind that the humans hold her race in such apparent awe, put aside she was elvenkin all together her kind was a rare breed, the blessings of their race came with the hinderance of few births. So even if the elven race were not gifted more so then the beastmen of Nayearth, the ones who breed like rabbits would always hold those races whose breeding was a good bit slower in some sort of awe.<br/><br/>"Well met to you Prince Tristan." Lauralana does not fidget or look in the slightest of unease as a Prince knelt before her. Her head dips slightly in deference to his apparent title, but also is a silent bid for him to rise. "It would hardly do for me to allow the spawn to gather strength, I am certain that soon we shall see the last of their numbers." This last was mostly a boast, it seemed to the elf woman that for every two spawn she killed five more took their place.<br/><br/>"Tell me Prince, where have the majority of the raids taken place?" She questions as she turns easily, beckoning him to follow her back to her tent. "See to it Ana, that the Prince's men are welll looked after.." Ana dips a curtsy to both the Prince and the Elf woman before scurrying off.