Alura smiled warmly to Rhovanor as he popped the berries into his mouth. "Oh, yes, this place is quite peaceful. The Halflings are definitely a very calm people. The centaurs were loud and boisterous, but always so humerous." Alura chuckled as she thought back to the time she had spent in the previous village. "When I had passed through the city to provide my abilities to an Elder that had grown weak from fever, everything seemed quite calm. There had been a recent harvesting season and many people said it had been one of the best they have had in many years." Alura recalled as she thought back to her other travels.

She blushed when Rhovanor spoke about the beautiful things he had seen and looked to her. "You flatter me, Rhovanor." She spoke gently and move down through the forest. She stopped though when she saw a trap set up more than twenty feet before them. She picked up a rock and nailed the trap with deadly accuracy, activating it. It snapped shut a deadly clamp crafted of crude metal and sharpened spikes. "My, that's the strangest Halfling trap I've ever seen." Alura growled sarcastically. Her beautiful face no longer sweet but a dark light held behind her eyes.