The Elf woman did not blink, her gaze flicking between the two Dragonborn as if she could peel away their flesh with her eyes and see what truly lay beneath that.
Her fingers were steady on the bowstring, the fletching of the arrow unmoving despite the rain that misted between them. She gives the vibe that she will be able to hit them right in their head if they moved.
Two more shadows shifted above, and the rest of her companions emerged. Both of them were male Elves, one with a spear of polished wood and steel, the other with a pair of long curved blades strapped across his back.
They moved with the silent grace of their kind, landing without a sound in the wet moss around the Dragonborn.
Eccar kept his expression neutral, his eyes flicking only once to Krono, who seemed completely relaxed.
They were both seated, their posture loose, every movement designed to whisper that they are no threat.
