A seemingly slight figure, wrapped heavily in white furs was making his way down the road from Westchester towards Orlane. The faint chink of metal and creak of leather as it walked suggested it was heavily armed and armoured beneath the furs, although this was not difficult to guess given the large blade and shield strapped to it's back. Long blue hair spilled out from under the hood of the figure's cloak, contrasting against the fur. As it crested a rise overlooking Orlane, the figure stopped and threw back it's hood.<br/><br/>Alavae Coraluin stared down at the town in front of him and sighed, brushing his hair back over his shoulders. Humans always seemed to put so little effort into thinking about where they settled; they arrived and that was it, he thought as his gaze wandered over the fields. Shaking his head slowly, he pulled his fur collar back up higher around his ears and started walking again. He'd heard the rumours and tales about the old Elvish realms scattered amongst the nearby forests. It was an accursed shame on his people how far they had fallen while humanity seemed to endlessly grow and spread across the world. He found himself wondering sometimes if that was their part to play in the grand theatre show of history.<br/><br/>At any rate, after finding the orc tribe he had been pursuing wiped out by a force of dwarves in the foothills, he had decided to wander for a while and see where his Lord lead him. His path was guided by the Seldarine, so he knew where-ever it lead him, there would be a purpose at the end of it, even if it meant a mission of mercy helping other races improve their place in the world and the future. A faint smile on his lips, he headed off into the town.