[b] Arlese, hunter [/b]

It was already beginning to become dark when Arlese approached the gates of the large human city, a guard at her side. Boleo snorted, shifting underneath her he came to a stop. It was clear he was not fond of being out of the forest, let alone entering a human city where he would be more prized dead than alive. Arlese patted his neck with her pale soft hand and sat silently as the guard called out for the gates to be opened. She was not fond of the idea any more than she was but they had been chosen for a mission; assist the humans and attack the Shade at his home while the other Woaden protected the elven home. 

Suddenly a voice was heard yelling down from the nearby guard tower. “Aye who is with you guard?” Arlese could not be identified as she sat upon the great stag, her dark wooden colored cloak covered her entire body head to boots, and she kept her head down lest the soft moon like glow of her skin give her away. It had been decided that he identity should be concealed from most humans, save the king and other hunters, else risk a commotion. Elves had not been sighted for centuries, not by any one who could later tell the tale any way, and the elven Queen preferred it. They had long ago tired of dealing too much with humans.

“A guest of the king now open the damn gate.” The guard, Vikter, was more than ready to be home after a two week journey to find an elven warrior; the poor thing had a rough time of the forest. As the large wooden gates opened the pair road forward into the city, Boleo’s unaltered hooves much quieter on the cobbled streets that the glancing feet of the guard’s mare. They moved through the street as human children flooded windows to gawk at the huge male deer and its silent rider move past the city building and up to the castle. The stariing did not stop once they reached the castle stables where Arlese dismounted and turned to her escort.
“The stable hands will care for him.” 

Arlese turned to look at the ‘stables,’ such an odd idea, and then to those who were apparently in charge before returning to Vikter. “I he is harmed..” Her voice was soft, musical almost, but stunted. It was clear the language in which she spoke was not her own. 

“He will not be harmed, but I do understand the repercussions.” Arlese nodded. Harm done to Boleo would be considered harm done unto her and would require death or combat. He was one to be protected. The stag grunted several times as men approached him but eventually entered the a stall where there was food awaiting him. 
Arlese made her way toward the entrance to the castle and followed as the guard made his way to a what appeared to be a great hall. There was food and drink waiting and servants to pass it out, the others must have been her fellow hunters. She looked about and saw one man, as pale as she but no elf. This was most interesting.

“Wait in here and I will go tell the king.” She nodded and stood quietly where she was, her head lifted to look about better.