((Sounds great))<br/><br/>Malith was pleased with the day so far. As an Elf Ranger he was no stranger to trouble from time to time but still it was always better to have no conflict. That thought brought a wandering reoccurring thought back to mind. He had always had no love for war or fighting. Though he had the ability to deal with it surely enough, it was his very nature to stand against conflict of any kind. And yet his name suggested one born for war. Mal meant 'war' after all. Malith sometimes felt like a walking contradiction.<br/><br/>Suddenly something caught his eye. With the seemingly never to end conflict with the Humans ever present, Malith was always alert for movements and happenings. His long blond hair flew out behind him as he quietly but quickly moved into a better position to see. He came upon a large tree with lower branches and leapt into it. Climbing his way to a better lookout he pulled his bow and readied an arrow just in case.<br/><br/>He heard a familiar voice and language right away and relaxed slightly. He saw two female Elves. One was obviously very weak and the other was Ildra. His thoughts of what was wrong were interrupted by the human language that came from the injured female.<br/><br/>She said something about not knowing the elven language. Then she said she had been cast out.<br/><br/>This just got more interesting. He dropped quietly to the ground and made his way to their position.<br/><br/>"Hello, I'm Malith. Is everything okay here? Do you need some help?"<br/><br/>Suddenly he remembered a fellow Ranger that had mentioned hearing commotion in this area. He knew there was something more going on here than what was obvious. For now he reserved himself to offering help however.<br/><br/>The cast out elf looked at him in confusion again showing that she didn't know the language.<br/><br/>Ildra wasn't so well known to him but he knew enough to know she'd say what she knew.<br/><br/>Malith looked to Ildra and asked, "Whats going on here Ildra?"