The White Hare

Hellhound's Ire

Jack waits at the meeting spot for Eric while Nyxia keeps the others company and protected. Even without active snow falling from the sky the freezing temperatures were cutting into the Leoporcitae. The damage to his fur actually allowed the cold to affect him much more than before. Shaking himself a bit to get the urge to wiggle and move out of his system, Jack's ear twitches as he hears the familiar footfall of a human scholar accompanied by two armed guards.

"Been a bit hasn't it my friend?" Jack approaches the bundled up man with a smile as he is given a scroll. "Thank you." He begins to write about what all has happened and the fact that he needs help with a group of people who were imprisoned in the dungeon Eric had briefly dived into with his adventuring friends and the buck. When he gives it to Eric the scholar immediately does a double take.

Eric begins to write. "I will ask the guard to get transport to the dungeon at once. With any luck they will-"

"We can handle our kin and the Lamia."

The human and his escort nearly jump out of their skins standing behind them is a Alhrana Sylphchaser. The battlemaster of the elves peaking over the shoulder of the scholar as he scratches his chin. "Some younglings probably discovered the dungeon and got captured when they tried to clear it on their own. If they are in as bad of shape as Jack claims then there is no reason to punish them. They have already been through their own personal hell."

"Waitwaitwaitwait. Who are you?!" Eric is reeling from the sudden appearance of an elf elder behind him. The lean but muscular battlemaster standing directly between the researcher and both of his equally shocked guards. Suddenly having a tall elf stand in the center of your group when you have no idea when he got there would have that effect on anyone.

"Alhrana Sylphchaser, combat instructor and one of the Grey among my community." He looks at Jack's worn down body. "Looks like you've been pushing yourself." He walks around the human and stands in front of Jack. With a smile he pats the buck on the shoulder. This time speaking in the harefolk language. "You look like you just took the express way out of a Mishipeshu. I was going to have you train with some of our younger members today but I wonder if you can actually stand for more than a few minutes."

"Meh. I'll be fine. I've had worse." Jack shrugs. "You'll have to ask my mate for permission. Before that I have to either get one of those scrolls so I can actually talk to her on a daily basis or get something to help with translation." Sylphchaser blinks a few times and shakes his head.

"Wait, you courted a hellhound without being able to communicate with her?" Jack nods and the elf gives him a look between disbelief and admiration. "Well that's a first. I haven't had a first in a while."

Eric speaks up from behind the elf. "E-Excuse me!" The tall elf turns around and looks at the man. "Did you say your name was Alhrana? As in Mistwalker Alhrana?"

The man perks up a bit. "I haven't had anyone call me by THAT name in some time. I used to live further north in the forest when the community was still diffused among the Forest of Thorns." He speaks with a raised eyebrow. "That was around 4000 ish years ago. I didn't think the humans would remember an old warrior's first deed name."

"W-we have documents about you hunting wyverns with some of our city's founders around 200 years ago." 'The people in charge at the time were curious about the veteran warrior of the elves who had saved them and asked one of the elven elders at the time if they would tell them about him. Evidently his teacher was a gab who loved tea and stories.' "Your instructor spoke of you fondly according to our records. Although if Mistwalker is an older name then I don't know why it is in our tomes instead of the name you were using at the time."

The elf seems to lock up for a moment before relaxing with a bittersweet smile. "Ah... That explains it. Westren and Richard must have gotten curious after I said "it's the past". Little bastards going behind my back to flap gums with my lehrerin. Then they use my youngling deed name in their history books. I'd plant my boot up their asses as Richard used to say, if they could feel it." He shakes his head as he crosses his arms. "But it's the past I suppose. On with our discussion. We have gone too far off the mark."