[center][h1][color=bc8dbf]Angfort[/color] ~ [i][color=bc8dbf]Ellaryn Bracegirdle[/color][/i][/h1][/center]

Her eyes flew open with the clatter of the falling knife and a shout from Thurin the Dwarf across the way. Ellaryn laid still making sure the noise wasn't directed at something she had done, then she slowly moved from under the bed and gently laid a hand on the Elf above.

"[color=bc8dbf]Calariel there's trouble.[/color]" She whispered to her. 

Ellaryn moved and started collecting her gear together before she remembered, she was in a group on a quest now. She cursed under her breath, decided to pull on clothes and grab her short swords. Not entirely sure whether to flee and defend the place, she looked for a place to conceal herself incase Princess Calariel was attacked.

It wouldn't do to have their best bowman injured.