Soldrin pointed his short bow at the elf maiden not far in front of him, seeming utterly deaf to her greeting.
"Such coldness," the elf maiden wore her usual smile, but now it carried a tinge of mockery and oddity, "During our previous journey, you always assumed the role of elder and protector."
"Words can't delay your time," Soldrin said calmly, as arcane brilliance gradually filled the bowstring, "Who are you?"
"Me?" Belna's lips curled slightly, "I'm just a druid traveling far from home."
With the last syllable from the elf maiden's lips, her figure was suddenly engulfed by a whirlwind of chaotic, flying leaves that appeared out of thin air!
