[center][h2][color=#0bda51]Calaphindë[/color][/h2][/center]
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[color=#0bda51]"At least going after children means it [i]probably[/i] isn't anybody I know,"[/color] came the muttered observation from their other elf. He hadn't been very talkative on the trip to the town of Greenleaf, perhaps because—despite not actually pushing hard for the option—he may have been interested in trying to capture a griffin. Of course, that hadn't stopped him from idly plucking various plants they'd gone past, occasional wild herbs, berries, and grasses that caught his eye.

A pocket of his satchel was nearly bursting with what greens he'd grabbed.

He frowned off at the sunset, before looking towards the manor that overlooked the town. Hyseleia and Lisianna's attempt at introductions and information gathering went unremarked on as he thought. Perhaps he didn't even notice.

He turned back to Quillë, mouth running before he even fully got his head around: [color=#0bda51]"Maybe we could try the town hall, or ask the lord of the manor? I don't know who actually runs these human towns, but at least back home I'd be starting with someone important—"[/color]

The words cut off as he frowned suddenly.

[color=#0bda51]"There were four of us. Did Hyseleia come up with a plan to split up and I missed it?"[/color] Calaphindë pursed his lips, looking back towards the town hall again. [color=#0bda51]"Well, that's no good. I suppose we should be proactive and get out in the forest, then; my home isn't far from here, it shouldn't be too difficult to find anything out there. You have something to start a fire, right? I should be able to make a flare that they can't miss..."[/color]

Absent-mindedly, his feet had already started carrying him off to the forest past the outskirts of the town while he talked.