Esme took a moment to fully measure the situation, thinking of all the possibilities that could happen, and fearful of being captured Esme could only concentrate on all the negative aspects. She wrinkled her nose with disdain as she looked around at their surroundings, and then let out a breathy sigh.  “I'm uncomfortable at approaching them. It just doesn't feel like we are far enough away from the caravan and soldiers and the dragon to be sitting down for a meal, besides,” Esme began to skirt around the opening in which they peered at the farm. She cast a glance over her shoulder to Tara.  “it looks rather peculiar, a pretty girl emerging from the woods to beg for food, but two pretty girls emerging from the woods is down right suspicious and unforgettable. If the woods can provide an abundance of  food for the elves to thrive on so it can to us, being of optimistic mind.” She let out a quirky nervous little giggle as she walked into a cobweb, and shivering as she wiped the sticky webbing from her face truly hoping it was an abandoned webbing, she turned to face Tara.  “And to be certain, there will be more farms.”