(http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20091120060257/dragonage/images/4/40/Concept-Rogue.png)  The thinner branches bent down as the ranger's boots ran their length, and as a deep voice rang out singing as he ran. Places where there were no branches before had a foothold for the ranger to spring forward. Watching him, Rel seemed to fly across the boughs of the trees as he made his way to Oldorin, treesinging a path before him.<br/><br/>He came from the east after evacuating a small village of treesingers and merchants, and getting them on their way to his people's capital as well. He paused a moment, as he watched herds of moose, elk, and packs of wolves moving south, moving away from the insidious Ebon Mist to the north. This wasn't the home and territory he loved, it was in turmoil and being invaded. He rushed to tell the king the threat to the land, and his people.<br/><br/>He came to the city Oldorin as a citizen, and moved quietly through the shops, vendor tents, and variety of elven races present on its streets. As he passed a city board, he saw the decree flyer flapping in the breeze, and stopped to read it. He did an about face, and headed to the royal tree of the king. He didn't know the Captain of the Guard, Kaelen Brightarrow, but he did know of her.<br/><br/>He walked quickly to the office and waiting room of Captain Brightarrow. Reliat looked around the room, and noticed that there were elves of all the races volunteering for the small group that would investigate the ruins of the Ebon Mist. His headed nodded, they would need diversity to accomplish their goal.<br/><br/>He looked about, and questioned one of the clerks, "Where does one apply for finding out about the Ebon Mist?"<br/><br/>"Here fill this out, and bring it over to the counter when you're done, um ranger, right?" the small sweaty clerk said hurriedly.<br/><br/>Rel looked down at the clerk, "I am, how did you know?"<br/><br/>"Really?" the clerk looked up over his glasses, "How about the strong odor of moose shit from your boots, bub. Please,<span class="bbc_u">please</span>, go outside to fill the application out, the last thing we need is that fragrance permeating this crowded room." His hands came up and made shooing signs at the tall Grenida man.<br/><br/>Rel lifted an eyebrow, then made his way out the door, and leaned against the wall, and began writing on the form.