"Oh, they were from that forest in Southern Amn. A small tribe of forest elves - is that the correct name? - we met through a friend of mine, Elmador Thief-Stalker, an elven archer with a taste for feathering burglars at night, and they agreed to help us out in driving the horde away." He looked into her eyes, and whispered more compliments in her ears.<br/><br/>"I'd say several more good outcomes - I also was reunited with my old master, the man who taught me all I know about fencing."