A small, rather old elf followed shortly after Hugh, heavily burdened, a well-loaded pack on his back, and a bag of something or other tied to his staff, which he held balanced over his shoulder. He wore a bright red robe and a yellow cloak. His dark leather boots were scuffed and worn. He wore neither hat nor hood, and the breeze gently rustled the tangle of gray hair atop his head. The little fellow stepped lightly, in spite of his load, and whistled softly between bites from an apple in his spare hand. A few score coins jingled in the purse at his belt- the sum total of his cash assets. Without undue haste he made his way to the rest of the company.

"Well met and hail, lady, gentlemen, and assorted beasts of burden." he said, setting one end of his staff on the ground, the sack tied to the top swaying somewhat. He gave a slight bow of his head to each person present- and to the horses.