Elniss watched the edge of the forest and assumed momentary position as sentinel. She listened to the footsteps off the others as they returned to the clearing she could pick out Lazarus among the approaching voices. She turned on the thick branch to look at the people in the clearing.

Her eyes set on a woman, and her lip peeled in disgust; a high elf. By the divines, few things curled her snarl more than the sight of a high elf. She supposed it came with her woodland blood. Presently she saw Barden approach the tree which she was perched in. She listened as the man spoke. 

She nodded when he finished. "I am Elniss, daughter of Grae. Trust me, you owe me nothing."