his shoulders relaxed a bit, after she stated she was not a threat, but she was different, an elf, and he was not completely off his guard yet. He loosened his grip on his sword, and extended his right hand.<br/><br/>"I am Derik von Rathman, captain of the guard in Krynnberg, sent here to oversee things for our high priest. I have a small troop of about 8 men, and we are stationed here until i hear otherwise. As far as i'm concerned, your knowledge could be useful if as you say, something were to come up."<br/><br/>Was this elf just looking out for our best interest? or was she bringing bad news and being all cryptic and magical about it? He would draft a letter as soon as he got a moment, to let his liege know about it.<br/><br/>"I have yet to dine this morning, if you'd like to join me for some bread and jam, and a hot mug of coffee, you are more than welcome to," he bowed before her, excusing himself, and turned away, heading for the guard house.