[centre][h1][color=39b54a][b]Arnannel[/b][/color][/h1][/centre]
Arnannel looked at the Ribbet who was addressing him and the other man, before looking at the rest of the hunters. For a brief moment, he wondered if he should give his name. They were in Fanewick territory, after all. Here, to those who were still bitter at the annexation by Haven, Arnannel was the name of the traitor who sold them out to the invading Haven after all. Particularly in regard to Ribbets...He knew well that many families of Ribbets used to live in Fanewick before the annexation by Haven forced them out of their home. It was not unusual to see Ribbets still having animosity against Havenites and those affiliated with Haven due to being displaced in the aftermath of the invasion.

Still, he supposed it would be better to answer. Clamming up now would only make him look suspicious. And besides, he looked rather different now than how the natives of Fanewick would know him. After moving to Haven's city, he lost his elven Mystic Form that was shaped by the forest of Fanewick; the leaves and foliage that had grown on him wilted and eventually disappeared completely. And the name Arnannel was not particularly rare for elves of Fanewick.

[color=39b54a]"I'm Arnannel,"[/color] he answered, [color=39b54a]"Some Havenites hired me as a guide on an expedition to find some wild Crimson Lady's Veil for an experiment. There seemed to be a commotion, so if it's all right, I would like to know what happened so I can advise my clients on whether we should speed up our schedule and leave so as to not wrapped up in anything dangerous,"[/color]