She cast a spell to start the fire and then sat down with a sigh. "It's part of this world's history most modern people ignore," she said. "There was a time when Elves were found throughout these lands, during that time an Orc warlord came to power who gathered a larger horde than any before or since. At first it was simple raiding parties, the kind of thing humans and my kind could brush off with relative ease, but then he ransacked a human city north of the forest. The humans went to my grandfather begging him for aid, and he was smart enough to know the threat this posed to all races. So, as a mark of the new alliance they were to form he had the greatest Elven smiths of the age forge a sword he would take into battle," she said, pointing to her sword. "The runes on it were created with Elven magic, imbued with dragon magic...It is almost impossible to shatter and it is claimed in the right hands the magic it holds can be used by its wielder." She seemed distant for a moment. "As for why any would follow you, it goes back to the final battle of that war: my grandfather was the one who faced the warlord, and while he slew the orc his wounds..." she paused. "His courage in the face of certain defeat led the leaders of all races to make a promise on the blade. If another threat arose that might bring an end to the world, and one arose wielding this sword, all would swear their loyalty to them. It's possible even a dragon lord would be your ally at one sight of that blade."<br/><br/>She got up, shifting uneasily. "You should take the hammock, I can sleep on the ground and I'm sure your boyfriend wouldn't appreciate us sharing a hammock."