[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The burnt The road
                                                                                           [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Gretchin 

He watched her answer with a curiosity, his keen elven eyes seeing there was something else at work within her. He might have only imagined it, and decided it wasn't his business either. She then mentioned the Isles, and he wasn't too familiar with them either. The High Forest was so big, it was multiple nations unto itself. Brogach turned his great head her way and tilted his head as she asked her question. The Elf took no offense to it, however. Calanon even smiled at that. 

"[color=00ff66]From what I'm told, I've got a bit of human in me.[/color]" he said, then grabbed his Elk's reins and walked alongside Brogach with Gretchin. "[color=00ff66]I hear Elves are naturally good with a bow, but archery was a learned skill with me. Perhaps I learned it quicker than a man would, but I wouldn't exactly know.[/color]" he said, gazing into the forest as he spoke. "[color=00ff66]The men I fought alongside did it in a different fashion. Their eyes moved differently when they try to aim.[/color]" he shook his head, not being able to explain it. The intricacies of Elven vision were hard to verbalize. 

Calanon had never been one for judgements or competition, and in the forest such things were trivial when trying to survive against Orcs and the like. Still, he felt a bit of silent weight as he traveled with this caravan. Things hidden, half whispered through body language. It was odd, but he was going to ignore it for now. He merely wanted to make friends. Brogach could use the company as well, and the thought of such a thing made him smile to himself. 

"[color=00ff66]Why do you travel with us?[/color]" he asked, his tone light and not harsh nor an implied accusation. He'd always been blunt, never understanding why such questions were wrong. He'd answer in heartbeats to most anything. But he'd spent enough time around others to know such things might be seen as rude. "[color=00ff66]Forgive me if I pry. You don't need to answer.[/color]"