Her existence consisted of three things at that current moment. The overwhelming and heavily fortified wall lined with archer slots and rising battlements. The stone, granite she assumed, was long dulled with age and seemed to encircle the city instead of boxing it in as seemed to be the standard human custom. Odd creatures, she thought to herself briefly. Such a fascination with squares and rectangles.<br/><br/>Her mind drifted back outward once more and she took note of the second thing. The vast rolling landscapes and hills, the sheep and various cattle herded closer to the castle walls where there was plenty of open grass to feed from, The thatch roofed farms and scent of freshly plowed and turned soil, and the occasional call from one farmer to another. Then there was the fresh mud beneath her feet which bothered her not a bit as the land washed over her.<br/><br/>Then she heard a voice and turned, quite surprised upon seeing a human. Her eyebrows rose at being taken so unawares by something she should have easily heard coming. Noting the staff and demeanor of the young man she nodded to herself mentally. He was most likely a wizard. She didn't peg this one for the holy man routine.<br/><br/>Resting her wrists on the hilts of the twin longswords that hung at her sides, she nodded her acknowledgement to the man before answering his question. "No traveler. I'm from several leagues away from here. The forests near the town you call Fienster house my home."<br/><br/>Letting the moment lapse in silence she simply observed the man unobtrusively. It was a common habit of elves to watch people they had just met or were in company with. It often lead to small insights that helped much later down the road. Reaching up to her right shoulder she froze, the reflexive gesture reminding her that she hadn't had time to bring her bow with her. Her one true companion that she had named Thelysis long ago.<br/><br/>Forcing her hand back down to her side, she stood, the human seeming unnoticing of the action or merely displaying enough courtesy not to comment on it. After a few moments more, she heard the gate begin to creak open behind her.