Having left Kairel to watch after his gaggle of supplies and tent, Nivaar made his way over to Blim's tent. As he did, he smiled and waved to folks he passed. Despite their group's make up, Nivaar never let their heritage base his opinions of them. He was the last person who should judge something like that. His mother had been a full-blooded elf, which had kept him safe as a child in their tribe, but once she had passed, they had drugged him and left him for dead. Luckily, he had been found by a second tribe...not the Outcasts...

Approaching the tent, Nivaar slipped inside, easily squeezing his thin frame between and behind Sonya and Cameo. He was taller, standing at 6' 1", so he stayed towards the back as to not be in anyone's way.