[color=blue]“I can most certainly try,”[/color] the young woman responded to the request for help. Letha showed the lost Elf a kindness and courtesy Allison would net have expected. They were very different, the two of them; and, of course, Allison's last interaction with a human -- with the Magic Killer, Kyla -- hadn't exactly been something the Elf wished to continue. Allison thought she recognized the name [i]Synoro[/i] -- perhaps from the tales of the Ancients, the ancestors of the Elves -- but she couldn't place it in a context. It was odd, Allison thought, that this place -- the Land itself -- had no name; after all, Allison's world was Fantaja and the human's world was the Human World. Okay, so, the latter wasn't very creative; and Allison was sure the Humans probably had a name for their Land; but Allison had only been there a few times for a total of a few days, and the only Human with whom she'd interacted much had been trying to put a Bolts of Infinite Cold through her chest. Letha asked, [color=blue]“How about you? What do you need?” [/color] Without hesitation, Allison looked back over her shoulder toward the woods. She wasn't looking for the howling beasts -- [i]Wolves[/i] and [i]Dogs[/i] Letha had called them -- but was instead looking for her pursuer. She couldn't know whether or not Kyla had transported to this place with her; Allison couldn't know because she had no idea how [i]she[/i] had gotten here. Looking back to the young woman, Allison told Letha, "I am cold … and hungry … and … lost." That last was obvious, of course, but the Elf spoke the word anyway, just to ensure Letha remembered. Allison glanced toward the house, then back to the woman with the little puppy and smiled meekly.