The elf shakes his head. "You'll want to talk to our elder. I just keep the peace, here. She'll be able to give you a better summary than I can," he says, and directs one of his soldiers to escort them to the local inn, or the local elder, as they need, setting them up with a room, and arranging the meeting fairly easily, though, as they walk, Ama elbows him for being rather less diplomatic than she might want.<br/><br/>The elder is a surprisingly attractive elven matron, soft silver hair haloing her, as she greets the two of them. "Welcome, outsiders. I apologize for my warders and their... curtness, but we have been under threat of attack, recently. I understand you have a number of questions, for us?"