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Branwyn stood up and walked over to the gnome. She would have smiled and introduced herself normally but this was no time for pleasantries. Kneeling down, the wood elf looked at the faerie carefully. She sighed in relief and explained, "A forest faerie. I think she will recover, but it would go faster if she could draw pure mana out of someone. Perhaps a mage survived as well?"
At this distance, the gnome would notice that her voice was high pitched, but not unpleasantly so. She spoke clearly and precisely, every word filled with confidence. Branwyn stood up and smiled at the gnome.
"Forgive my manners, friend. I am Branwyn Araven, heir to the Araven Clan." She said, followed by a traditional greeting in Elvish. "The saber is my friend Sorewen."
She heard the approaching elves before they could be seen. The song for the dead was impossible for her to miss. She was relieved that this battle had gone in their favor. Although they were often in conflict she also felt pity for the humans who had died. She felt a pang of guilt for scaring the two humans and sighed.
"Sorewen won't attack the humans if they mean me no harm. Even then, I am afraid she is in no shape to do so." She finally told the gnome. By now the elvish singing could be heard clearly. "Come over here, everyone! My kinsmen approach. I will explain what happened to us." She called to the others, acknowledging them directly for the first time.
At this distance, the gnome would notice that her voice was high pitched, but not unpleasantly so. She spoke clearly and precisely, every word filled with confidence. Branwyn stood up and smiled at the gnome.
"Forgive my manners, friend. I am Branwyn Araven, heir to the Araven Clan." She said, followed by a traditional greeting in Elvish. "The saber is my friend Sorewen."
She heard the approaching elves before they could be seen. The song for the dead was impossible for her to miss. She was relieved that this battle had gone in their favor. Although they were often in conflict she also felt pity for the humans who had died. She felt a pang of guilt for scaring the two humans and sighed.
"Sorewen won't attack the humans if they mean me no harm. Even then, I am afraid she is in no shape to do so." She finally told the gnome. By now the elvish singing could be heard clearly. "Come over here, everyone! My kinsmen approach. I will explain what happened to us." She called to the others, acknowledging them directly for the first time.