[center][h2][color=82ca9d]Irian Sinewell[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
Irian raised his eyebrows quite a bit seeing that she seemed to completely ignore the arrow shot, her head continued to submerge in text until he actually talked to her, which was quite impressive and more amusing than anything. Even more so when in the middle of this, she just took out a brush to streamline her hair before him. The elf contemporary from the woods leaned his head slightly, crossing his arms and waiting for Melanie to finish. 

[color=82ca9d]"Melanie."[/color] He nodded in return as she introduced herself. She's an archivist. No wonder. And that name sounds familiar [color=82ca9d]"You're the one who beat up your fellow debater for a dress color, right?"[/color] Said Irian, his eyebrows raised, the straightforward inquiry turned to a small smirk. [color=82ca9d]"I know, because...let's just say acquaintance of mine was there."[/color]

Wood Elf academics weren't exactly known for studying in foreign lands, but visitors to his elf settlement were still a good source of information. Part of the reason why the elves were quite the gracious hosts. This guy was kind of an ass though, so if anything, it was more of a funny story for campfires and idle chatters. No one really cares about Reon's clothes anyway. Respect though, elves to elves, for standing by her work to that degree. [color=82ca9d]"Well, glad to meet such an interesting person like you as well."[/color] He replied with a firm smile, his hand on his chest as he bowed slightly. A practised response, but with some degree of genuine sincerity and hospitality. 

[color=82ca9d]"I'm Irian Sinewell."[/color] Irian said. [color=82ca9d]"Forest Watcher...well not anymore as long as I am here with our band of brothers and sisters."[/color] He looked back at the camps to quite a variety of individuals with all walks of life. [color=82ca9d]"Yeah, I don't exactly blame anyone for the rumours. But I get the princess. It's not the time to be picky with your warriors."[/color] 

The most obvious case was Melanie herself. He would keep his actual judgment of her combat capability for when he actually see action, but a person with a history of academics and archivists in a position of border patrols and order enforcement would mean the situation had to be pretty serious. 

Irian noticed Velvetica emerging from her tent. That was indications of a debrief. 

[color=82ca9d]"Well, duty calls."[/color] Irian said, giving Melanie a two-fingered wave. [color=82ca9d]"If there's any rumors to be dispelled about me, or you want to be introduced to the team, or a chat, you are free to come around."[/color] With that, he yanked the arrow from the tent's peg, put them in his quiver and headed over to Velvetica and the other scouts.[hr]
He arrived just in time as Roger gave his report. Pretty much exactly what he saw. [color=82ca9d]"I confirm."[/color] He followed up on Roger. [color=82ca9d]"Disturbed earth, effigies along the way. The effigies are further away from us though, with what seems like human skulls. I don't know if they are recently deceased or from disturbed graves."[/color] He put a finger on his chin as he gave what his theory was. [color=82ca9d]"Could be a deterrent measure. If that's the case, a camp might be nearby."[/color]

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