11-03-2015, 10:09 PM
A well-armoured high elf approaches, carrying in one hand an elegant longsword that is slung over his shoulder and in the other a hunk of orange cheese. He stops when he sees the three gathered, "Evening. Little late to be setting up a tent isn't it?" He greets, sauntering over to them, "Who's your friend, Tinkerer?" He gestures to the wild elf.