Tyria came upon the Autumnvale a modest village of elves, of whom had been going through some very hard times and it was quite clear to see with how weathered the elves looked. It was not hard to see why either as a good number of them look rather weary as they tried to go about they day to day activities. They looked malnourished a touch, like the adults haven't eaten a full meal in days. The children were chipper as could be though with how they have been given priority in food rationing. More so when a young elf, one of their fairest maidens brought with her whom appeared to be a beautiful druid by her garbs alone and was handing out small berries. It seemed so small of fare but it seemed to give them such strength during this time.<br/><br/>The soft winds helped to give a soft kiss to the beautiful skin of the women. Each of them approaching this small village for one purpose or another but all are bound in this brief moment and for much longer. As Kava stopped one of the men as he meant to go fetch some well water he froze a touch with timid fears when she spoke but soon looked down at what she held over her shoulder. The faint scent of something sweet made his mouth water with ravenous appetite. Several of the elvish men held farming tools in hands whilst weary of both the approaching Dragonborn and the Tiefling, what they saw in their hands immediately made them threw caution to the wind. Here was someone with what appeared to be large stocks of food. Their own food supplies had run dry already due to being caught unexpected and much of their harvest going to the caravans and markets. Especially when their resident hedge mage would approach the Dragonborn asking for the woman's help.<br/><br/>Eventually however the one stopped by Kava would speak.<strong>"The-The Elder… He's in the longhouse."</strong>The elven peasant spoke as he couldn't help but stare at the bounty held.<strong>"Is… is that bag for sale?"</strong>He asked but another elven woman would sharply shoot him down.<strong>"Don't beg! She's here to see the Elder and he'll handle it. Show them the way!"</strong>She snapped with an irritable look. She seemed desperate as any but was keen enough to know not to try and give into their urge to eat. Should no one object to the other the Dragonborn and the Tiefling, yes even her were both led to where the elder was. No younger than any other elf looked, he had shock white hair pulled into a twisted ponytail with hazel eyes that betrayed an age that had seen many winters. Dressed in simple robes of brown with soft green over top he was none other than Amerynth's mentor in the ways of magic. His eyes looked over to the door with a faith smile of relief washing over his face and perhaps a glimmer of hope that there was finally some end in sight for them. All four ladies could make their cases known and what they had to say once before him.