"One of its protectors," the figure replied, firing an arrow which barely missed her. "If you have nothing to hide, wh-" the sentence stopped as the figure caught sight of the sword at Cefrey's belt. "It...it can't be..." the archer whispered. The figure lowered its bow, stepping out from behind the tree and onto the path. They were taller than Vennar, wrapped in a long green cloak, beneath which could be glimpsed a brown tunic and a pair of leather gauntlets, which reached up to remove the hood, revealing an almost ethereal looking face, long silver hair flowing down the female elf's back, a pair of intense blue eyes staring at Cefrey. "That sword, where did you get it from?"