The Tall Elven Ranger

Fred and Astra wait to see what comes out of the bushes. A tall, slender, elven man with arrows and a bow steps out and bows. "Hello, fair humans, for I am Legolin. What brings you to the lands of Ellodiel?"

Astra speaks, "Ellodiel? My lord, we're a long way away from the Dragon Caves of Allaria!"

"Is that we're you're headed?" Legolin speaks eloquently, "Well, currently all our horses for hire are being used, but I'm sure that within a few days you will be able to hire one. Come, stay in town a while. Just keep heading North of here, you'll reach a small village. I can't take you there as I'm forbidden to leave my post, but I'll see you there sometime if you stay."

Fred pulls Astra aside, "I don't trust elves!" He says suspiciously.

"Why not? I'm one-sixteenth elven you know, and my elven cousins are quite good people. In fact, some of my relatives live here. Come'on, you either trust the elves or you don't trust me!"

Fred thinks for a moment and decides...

1. ...to stay in town for a few days.
2. ...to part ways and travel on his own.

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