[color=9e0b0f][h1]Eslea[/h1][/color]

Eslea was surprised by Thomas's ([@Whimsley]) fascination with the multiple races, but she understood it quite well. As a girl growing up in the orphanage, she only ever made contact with dryads, the common species of elf, and the occasional human. Most of the children were bastard half breeds of high ranking common elves or human, as they thought she was human at the time. When she was first exposed to the battle field, she got a taste of other creatures; she saw banshees, water nymphs, night elves, and she swore she even saw a troll at one point. 

She was somewhat weary of his words of fate, but did not let it on. Eslea did not believe in any fate or divine being controlling all their lives. [i]Coincidence[/i], she told herself.

The warrior was surprised at the question of the war. Most knew about it or never cared to ask when she told them. "The night elves and the dryads use to have good relations; they respected each other's boundaries and abilities. I was very young when the war first started, almost four. The dryads supposedly kidnapped a night elf child of high ranking. War has been raging to get that little brat back ever since, though I am not sure they are a little brat anymore." [i]Maybe they died out on the battle field and didn't even know it,[/i] she thought to herself. It was outlandish but everybody had already guessed it. That child was probably already dead.

"What about you? Are your people unified?" She asked, returning the kindness Thomas had shown her.