[center][i][h2][color=#dd5419]Calariel[/color][/h2][/i][/center][hr]
Calariel observed the meeting between Aelintaur and Ellaryn with some amusement, and was able to confirm that neither was the person that had sent out the letters. It was not often that she came across halflings; this one seemed to have more than enough spirit to make up for her size. That was something Calariel could appreciate.

She heard the man approach behind her, given that he made no attempt to conceal himself, and soon became well aware that she was being watched, studied perhaps. She was not surprised. The bow and quiver on her back were openly displayed, as was her armor. When the man stopped beside the cart, atop a horse, Calariel spared a glance to look at him briefly, but she mostly just saw a blur of color. The sounds and smell of horse and wilderness were what she picked up on most. A younger man, by his voice, but no child. His words suggested there was some danger to him, though perhaps not for her.

[color=#dd5419]"Forgive me, I did not intend to appear suspicious,"[/color] she said, averting her eyes somewhat and betraying a bit of nervousness in her tone. [color=#dd5419]"I am no enemy. I have business with those that received the pins, I just... hoped to observe first."[/color] When the man rode slowly forward, Calariel whistled back to her own horse, who trotted up behind her, allowing her to grab the reins. She led the mount forward. As she approached her eyes lost focus, staring somewhat blankly towards the ground between them. She came to a stop beside the mounted man.

[color=#dd5419]"I'm curious about that as well,"[/color] she admitted. [color=#dd5419]"My missive was signed only with a single letter."[/color] Suddenly she smiled a bit awkwardly in greeting. [color=#dd5419]"Oh, forgive me. My name is Calariel. I come from Rivendell."[/color]