"A long distance is relative," Ein responded following along behind the Dwarf. It wasn't her first time being escorted by those who would just as soon do her harm, she knew not to get any closer to him then he had gotten to her. Trying to maintain the distance, Zeke following close behind Ein, she continued her thought in the high and musical voice of a young elvish girl, a voice most people found as refreshing as music softly sung by a fine soprano, Dwarves though, in her little experience with them, had little joy of music and so probably found her high, soft, and smooth voice an annoyance, a direct contrast to their hard, low, and rough voices. "Distance is relative, you know. You say I came a long way because you assume I came from the forests. I suppose that is true in a long way of looking at it, but truth is, I only traveled a day to get here from where I slept last. I cannot find home amongst my kin in the forestholm of old as you might expect, but rather, I am forced to wander. Politics, I'm sure you understand. But home, as the humans are fond of saying, is where the heart is... which is silly, because it is obviously right here inside of me, but I have taken it to be a figure of speech, to mean that Home is everywhere and anywhere so long as you still live. It is quaint, but I like it." 

She took a step on a rock she thought was solid, he skittered away, and she nearly rolled her ankle, but before she could fall Zeke reached out and caught the small elvish girl in his huge Obsidian Hand. She looked up at Zeke before regaining her feet, "Thanks Zeke!"

"Questions for Zeke, aye? Not so sure you'll get much out of him, most people have no idea what it is he says, when he does decide to say something... What kind of questions is the Obsidian Smith going to have?"