[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The Forest, The Campsite
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] The Group 

"[color=00ff66]Whatever made these tracks made them recently.[/color]" he whispered softly, fair hand running lightly over the booted print in the soft earth. Human perhaps, though large if so. Orc probably, or a Half Ogre. Any of the three could be trouble, he knew. His deep, midnight blue eyes lingered on the tracks for a moment longer before turning to Brogach, his truest friend. The beasts ears twitched this way and that as the Elf spoke. "[color=00ff66]We should go.[/color]" he said, and retrieved his recurve bow, keeping his shield upon Brogach as they began to move once more. 

His bow strung and ready, the ranger moved lightly on his feet, scouting ahead of Brogach by a more than half a dozen strides. The Elk moved lightly as well, natural grace now mixed with practiced traveling, having been Calanon's mount for many years now. He made a small leap over a gnarled root, leaving the barest whisper of a sound as he passed. Through small openings in bushes and past great trees of Birch and Oak, the two companions soon found even more tracks. A group of similarly large creatures. There could be little doubt about it now. Orcs. 

Calanon reached for an arrow and let it rest upon his bow, signaling for Brogach to continue to move with him in the same formation. If it came to a battle, he would fire arrow after arrow and then retrieve his shield. His Elven sword was already strapped to his hip, keen edged and clean. His Elven dagger was similarly sheathed and placed alongside the small of his back, ready for quick use. He knew he'd need every advantage against such a large group, even with surprise on their side. Calanon might not be a Way Watcher any longer, but he couldn't help but feel that he should at least investigate what a party of Orcs were up to. Perhaps they had prisoners or were preparing for a raid? 

He traversed down a small gulley, and when he poked his head up once more, his pointed ears twitched much like Brogach's had earlier. "[color=00ff66]Voices[/color]," he said quietly, unable to hide his surprise. They weren't brutish or guttural either. He put his arrow back in the quiver, and lifted himself out of the gulley with his right hand, recurve still held in his left. The young Elf was far too curious now, and he made it just to the tree line with Brogach behind him, looking at Calanon questioningly. The Elf turned to Brogach, and gave him a smile. "[color=00ff66]It's a group of people[/color]." he explained softly, and then gazed back at the ragtag team. Many of them looked like hard fighters, but it seemed like a varied group. Orc corpses were strewn around them, he saw. He placed his bow across his chest, letting the string keep it steady. "[color=00ff66]Stay here. If they're friendly, I'll signal you.[/color]" he whispered. 

The young Elf stepped out of the forest and stepped right into the campsite, his face fair and friendly. "[color=00ff66]Hi.[/color]" he announced simply. He saw some of them were wounded, and he held his hands up nonthreateningly to put them at ease. "[color=00ff66]I mean you no harm, I'm simply traveling through.[/color]" he said, halting after a few strides. "[color=00ff66]I saw the Orc tracks and followed them.[/color]"