[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The burnt house, the road
                                                                                           [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Ntaj, himself, the forest  


Calanon lowered his bow when Gretchin told him to, though in truth as soon as Ntaj had shown he was not hostile, Calanon had not been planning to shoot anyone. He had not been very exposed to Half Orcs like the rest of the group, and gave the newcomer a bow and an apology for aiming at him. Brogach got to his hooves slowly, and then clacked out of the burnt house and onto the road. Calanon gripped his reigns and flung himself up upon his friend's back as they went. 

The caravan was now in a rough formation like before, but luckily it was a much brighter day this day and it seemed to have lifted their spirits. Or gave them one less thing to complain about. It had always puzzled him. Rainy days had their charm just as sunny days did. Kyra had disappeared ahead, and the Elf wondered if she needed help with scouting at all. He'd maybe mention it to her once she returned, but for now he was content with traveling along with the rest. 

On a sudden urge, he let go of Brogach's reigns, and with an acrobatic balance, stood atop the Elk's back as casually (for him at least) as if he was standing upon solid ground. It let him smell the scents of the forest and feel the heat of the sun even more from
the height. Brogach was now striding alongside the wagon, and Calanon's eyes were closed as he stood calmly, letting the flow of nature overtake his senses and calm him even further.