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Ekindu hadn't signed yet. Still on the cusp of indecision. But as he saw all the others come forth, that certainly added pressure to join in. Still, he only stood and reflected for a while. 

The Stableboy told his tale. The Kunite nearly left before having achange of heart. A newcomer signed as well. And the the mysterious one removed her hood. And he saw her lithe and graceful elven features. At the sight of her blue eyes, he spoke despite himself. 

"Elaine Ettariel..." He heard himself say. Fortunately his voice was low. And perhaps no one had heard his words. They were from an elven poem. It's title and a sort of refrain. Ettariel the Beautiful. The story of an ancient elf maiden, born to parents of low standing in the social hierarchy, yet so entrancing to look upon that kings warred over her. 

The goblin could find no fault with making such a comparison. And, inspired by the confident way she added her signature to the document, he decided. He added his name, [b]Ekindu of the Zebul Tribe[/b] to the document as well.