<strong>Sinathel</strong><br/><hr/><br/><em>Dragons?</em>Sinathel pondered for a moment.<em>Even if such creatures existed today, why would one align with common raiders?</em><br/><br/>The elf's train of thought was broken as he approached. He drew in a short slip of air between his lip and teeth, creating a soft squeak of a sound, so low that surely only his four legged friend would have heard. The mouse gave a little twitch of its whiskers and was soon off to seek its next snack.<br/><br/>River blue eyes finally drew themselves up from the floor to meet this young human woman, but before he could pay his common courtesies to Kayla his thoughts were again broken as he was approached by this other, more extravagant human. Sinathel's first thought was that the man reminded him of a large flightless bird spreading its plumage to attract a mate. He gave the man time enough to finish speaking before he collected his own thoughts and picking his words delicately.<br/><br/><strong>"Honorable Reginald Compton, I'm afraid that I am not a noble elf."</strong>He spoke calmly, not wanting to offend the man nor create a scene.<strong>"I am an elf of the land, I sing for the birds, am painted by the spirits, and hunt only for food... I am fond of the flight of falcons, though I'm not certain I understand how that could be an art."</strong>It would be a lie to say that Sinathel was not curious what this Reginald Compton had in mind, but for the most part he found it prudent to avoid any form on conflict with humans. A momentary glance was given to Kayla and a few others in the tarvern, wondering if they might have some input to the situation.<strong>"Perhaps another Elf may be more suited to your contest?"</strong>