Beren was satisfied with Vanya's answer, and unpacked his things. He had a small pack along with his new one made of Elven silk. He took out a small water bottle and took a swig, before wiping his mouth with his muscled forearm. He opened his eyes, and glanced to Harvan. "Well met." he said. The lighting was dim, but not too dark to see by with the starlight. "We did not get a chance to speak back at the Inn. Are you a soldier?" His brows were raised, showing he truly was interested. He had the look of an experienced warrior, though perhaps not a professional armsman in a standing army. His crimson and loose fitting garb bereft of armor was quite odd to someone who hailed from the north like Harvan. 

It was then that An-Hasst made it into the Elven glade. Brogach the Elk padded into the clearing with his rider, before lowering himself to allow him to dismount. Calanon the Ranger smiled brightly and patted his Elk's muzzle. "Fair travels I take it?" he asked Brogach, before giving An-Hasst a nod. "I hope the brambles did not harm you too much, friend. They can cut hard those who are not used to the Southland." These last words were aimed at the Skayleigh.

Surprisingly, Vanya approached Alice and Sett. She crossed her arms and regarded them. "Forgive me," she said, speaking as if it was a statement rather than an apology. She eyed them both, her hip cocked and eyebrow raised as she did so. "I am curious on what manner of magic you specialize in, and how many years you have practiced." Her question was to Alice, but she looked Sett up and down. "And if you are a priest, can you perform spells, sir?" Behind them, Geradin's barrel belly rose and fell as he snored loudly. 
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