<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1198476</div></div><br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/aHM5OKz.jpg)</div>Pleasant conversation was not something she engaged in. Moonshadow was not outright harsh but neither was she warm, as her mother would say. And that is saying something for the wood elves were known to be calm, even-tempered and even serene. Maybe that was the problem, it was not simply being tranquil but inhospitable. There was more than one time a simple stare drove off a conversationalist. It was even worse among the other races but she didn’t think it that way. No, it was exactly as to her liking.<br/><br/>Because of that Moonshadow’s expression went from and anxious to get to the task at hand to dour at the mention of going to Edenia Castle. Scouting the orcs, maybe even getting the chance to test her skills against them in battle. Yes, they were erstwhile allies but even in that time before she was born the relationship was hardly one of mutual respect. It was one in which they believed themselves the more powerful race that was owed a debt. In her lifetime the brutes had become more aggressive and the tactics of peace (as best orcs understood it) were becoming less and less effective. But she would rather face an entire orc fist then wander into a human city, it’s capital even! Then she was handed the coin and gems and nodded, safely securing it to her belt. Then she heard the sound of the stallion beyond the walls and her eyes lit up for Moonshadow was sure she recognized it, “Is that Moonlight?!” Her tone raised in excitement, even if it was just a notch but she quickly put her fingers over her lips to silence herself. You were not supposed to speak until the Elder was done but she always loved Moonlight, he was a majestic, loyal horse and for that brief moment could not contain her emotion.<br/><br/>As he finished she looked down, shifting uncomfortably, embarrassed by the outburst, being sure not to talk again until he indicated he was ready to listen. Perhaps Elder Korianthal mentioned his son to assuage her fears with the thought of a friendly face in the crowd. It did no such thing. “Eder Korianthal,” she curtsied slightly, “I accept this task gratefully and am honored to be in service to Sunspear and the Wispoaks. But,” she paused nervously, “Would it not be better to return to you with this information? Why give it to the humans?”