Calanon's handshake with Merek was a solid farewell, and the Elf proceeded outside into the cool morning air. His weapons and gear hanging from him, he still walked with a light step thanks to his fey blood. The Ranger was about to tell Rayadell 'fair winds and warm sun' as a proper greeting, but she spoke first. 

He blinked, and looked toward the stable. "I'm sure you'll enjoy Brogach once you get to know him. He's a fine companion." Calanon replied, and whistled. A small bump and a knock could be heard, and a few moments later Brogach the great red Elk galloped out of the stables, slowing to a trot up to Calanon. The beast lowered his great antlered head and let out a grunt as the Elf pet his head. "Hello, old friend. Are you ready to travel?" he asked. 

Brogach snorted, and shook his head as if to get himself ready. His mane and antlers whipped back and forth inexorably. Calanon gave a light laugh, and looked to Rayadell. "Would you care to walk or ride? I don't think we're in the largest hurry at the moment, but it never hurts to go fast if you'd prefer."