[h3][center][color=004b80][i]Eltariel[/i][/color] [/center][/h3] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Lj9LL8O.jpg[/img][/center] [center][@Lmpkio][/center] Eltariel smiled, turning away briefly. The man here- she would have to ask his name- was a humble one. She liked that. Still, she wasn't sure how to feel. She'd never really needed help before. [color=004b80]"Well...coincidence or not. I'd still be over there were it not for your intervention."[/color] She aimed a thumb over her shoulder at the corpse in the snow. Indeed, he didn't know about elves, but that was to be expected given he was from another world entirely. It was impossible to know where he came from. This lack of knowledge was startling, and it was truly a humbling thought to know that there were countless histories just as complicated and layered as her own. Somewhere out there. Could there be another Eltariel? Or perhaps an Eltariel that hadn't make the mistakes that she had? A Middle-Earth where Sauron stayed defeated? It was impossible to know. She tried not to let herself get too distracted on the abstract, cosmic factors at play and instead focus on the current situation at hand. [color=004b80]"Yes. Without the Tower, I cannot return to the land of the living in another body. A preposterous luxury for some, but in my line of work it is desperately needed."[/color] She admitted. [color=004b80]"What's your name?" [/color]She asked after a moment. Eltariel had turned her head away from him at this point and was idly scanning the tree line for any sign of the warlord or any other number of threats.