Corinne and her uncle were just about leaving the scene when the girl caught the sound of someone calling out, and noticed a figure with flaming red hair hurrying towards them. Corinne stayed her horse, who sniffed a little and turned his head in her direction as she made her way closer. He wasn't wary of her, her presence was written off as a non-malevolent one initially, and the calm of her horse reassured the elven woman, who ran her fingers through the dark hair of his mane and returned the woman's smile. Her uncle's ears pointed as well, and he turned to notice the youth. He looked her over once or twice. She was new to Estermere, he could gauge. He'd never seen her before.

"Oh, hello there." Corinne nodded warmly at the lady, having to look down at her from her position up on her horse. "...I do apologise sincerely about this tavern, it's one of the better ones in the area if you might like to believe it. It also happens to be where the more friendly of the townsfolk gather come evening. My uncle and I were just there the evening before, yet a series of [i]unfortunate[/i] events made it a little less than absolutely desirable at this current point in time."
She paused, barely thrown off the ball for too long, before her sentence continued with a pair of twinkling blue-green eyes in the light. Maybe it was the sunlight. Though perhaps it was the fully elven glow about them.
"Actually, my uncle here and I are heading to the local blacksmith..." and as the words were spoken, Corinne's eyes went to the young woman's sword. Though they didn't linger for very long, she'd initially dismissed her frame as being not the hardiest with it. But she must carry it around for a reason, "You should be able to find the second biggest tavern in the area there, you cannot miss it. Come, let's walk together." she smiled now, sitting a little more upright on her horse. She was surprised Uncle Seb hadn't had his input yet, bu-

"Why, hello, young lady." the half-elven man chuckled, the residue of ale very, very faint but still present on his lips, "If you're planning on keeping up with us, at least let Lysander take your baggage. It seems like an unfortunate lot for a poor soul to be carrying." and Corinne found herself shuddering at the thought of lugging around so much. She wasn't the hardiest in frame. But that's where Lysander made up for what she lacked. He was a drafting horse after all, best specialised to carrying heavy loads. During their hunts, he was hardly ever used for the 'stealthy pursuit' of prey, but moreso the lugging them back if ever Shork had too much on his hands.
The initial few times he absolutely refused. But Lysander got used to it.
"He's quite right," Corinne added, punctuated by another little snort from the stallion, "I'm sure Cherry here wouldn't mind the extra load. Would you?"
And the horse snorted again, though showed no other signs of displeasure.

"My name is Sebastian, miss." her uncle added with a little bow, curious grey eyes twinkling and him running a hand through his messy hair in an attempt to smooth it out. He might have been much older than her, but he still made it a point to look suave for the ladies. And with his half-elven bloodline, it wasn't too difficult a feat. You could tell Corinne wasn't his daughter by a long-shot. She was more her father's girl, though she had her mother's face in the way it lifted and curved, and how the tips of her ears stuck out through the poker-straight curtains of auburn hair. She pushed her own fringe back, in vain however.
"And I'm Corinne. Come..." she almost purred as the clacking of hooves against the cobblestone continued a little bit on, "You...you're elven somehow, yes? But...not quite. You remind me a lot of my uncle. A half-elf, are you not? Where do you hail from?"
And her words held no spite. In fact, there was a warmth about them, an almost piteous warmth. She'd assumed being a half-elf was hard as is. Her uncle had always been a strong man, and used the best of both sides of his human and elven bloodline, but in the end everyone breaks down and finds solace.
His was in alcohol.