"Yes it is a beautiful day, but I am more concerned for you. I have sensed a strange presence watching you these past few weeks."

"Watching me, why, who, it must be those dark skin elves. I think they are called Drow, by the local elves. The elves of the glade do not like them. They seemed to always be fighting each other,” says Cristen.

"No my dear, it is not them. Even I can feel the hatred they have. This is a different. It is like a child looking a new toy but also afraid to touch it. It seems curious about you, but it does not know what to make of you. It may even think of you as a threat. Just be careful."

"I will be careful, I just hope that it does not take away my friends. I have made a few here in the glade.'

"I do hope as well my dear."

"My dear, I must return to my realm.
Say hello polli for me. I have aided her in the past, thou she did not know it at the time."

I do hope she has taught you well.

"I will."

The elemental slowly flows into the river as Cristen sits on the shore, watching. All that remains on the riverbank is Cristen. She stares off into the glen.