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

Calanon took no offense to Ash's growling, and he stood back with his hands up disarmingly. "[color=00ff66]It's ok.[/color]" he said reassuringly, and still unable to help his smile. Beasts caught his tender heart whether they were docile or not. He knew this wolf was only protecting those whom he loved, and he didn't blame him. "[color=00ff66]You're ok. It's an honor to meet you.[/color]" he told the Wolf, now standing paces back and appearing as nonthreatening as he could. 

His pointed ears twitched as he heard approaching footsteps. It was the burly man he'd heard named Keystone, and the Half Orc. "[b]Somethin' bothers me, chum. You ain't told a one of us who you are, nor why you're in the middle of a warzone in the first. 'Fore you or me take a step townward, we're havin' a meet'n'greet. Name of Keystone. I hit things. Me 'n mine're making sure Cremmy's wares get where they're goin'. You are?[/b]" Calanon looked to the Wolf once more before nodding to the man. He had a right to question him. 

"[color=00ff66]Sorry, I've not been around people for awhile.[/color]" he said, his gaze turning to meet Keystone's eyes. "[color=00ff66]I'm Calanon Aenarion. I'm just a ranger passing through, before I found the Orc tracks. I'm not with anyone else, save Brogach here.[/color]" He patted his mounts side, making the Elk turn to look at Calanon. It nickered and shook its great antlered head. "[color=00ff66]I'm curious on the lay of the land and on how this is a War zone, unless you're referring to the Orcs.[/color]"