Nev finished stringing his bow. It was wet, but it should be serviceable. He'd have to ask Fara if she had any extra strings with her. Though the two elves differed wildly in temperament, their bows could have been twins. It was one of the few things he had left from the village of his upbringing, a beautiful piece of dark oak and ornate engravings. His ancestral people might be wrong about a lot of things, but they knew their wood.<br/><br/>"I'm going to head over to those boulders and see what I can see from a little higher up. Good cover too, if there's anyone in that tower who might want to take a shot at us." He took a few steps in that direction and then stopped himself. "Ah, that is, if that's all right with you, commander." He'd intended the remark to come out sarcastically, but couldn't hide his genuine desire for someone to take charge. Nev realized he was far out of his element here.