Thread: The Elf and the Goblin {darkest_fate&AvalonsGuardian}

Alanis was indeed standing over the goblin that had appeared nearby, sprawled out before her and seeming to be really quite out of it, though knowing what she did about such lesser creatures, it also wouldn't surprise the elf maiden to discover that the reason that her words were failing to register was merely that the Goblin was dull, unintelligent, slow. After all, much of what she knew about his race conformed to that very notion, so finding him no deviation would hardly be of a surprise to her. Perhaps even, it didn't speak her language. At any rate, hand on her hip, she had just about run out of patience, and so she shifted, grasping the handle of her blade and drawing it from its scabbard. While not the longest or most intimidating blade, it was certainly elegant, fitting the elf that carried it, and the lightweight, short nature of it complimented Alanis' natural agility, not that she particularly expected to need it when dealing with this sorry excuse for a monster. ....one last time. The Eye of Delfer Mae. Where is the hole your tribe lives in? Not that she really expected this tip to go anywhere, but she would be remiss in her quest if she failed to investigate it, on the off-chance that their warrens did happen to contain the mystical artifact. That being said, this green-skinned creature wasn't exactly critical when it came to her quest, and she would have little trouble disposing it when it inevitably proved to be useless to her. While she wore a longbow and a quiver filled with arrows, it seemed a waste to use them on this thing, unless perhaps it tried to run, but even then, she expected to be able to catch it. Bright Rock would be able to start picking up on details as the blinding light faded from his vision, the pointed ears of the female standing over him rather distinctly marking her as an elf, and a rather slender one at that. Her outfit was plain, a tunic and pants, along with leather boots and bracers over fingerless gloves, though the choker she wore was the same grayish-lilac color of her eyes and hair, which added to her somewhat mystical appearance. Those very same eyes were fixed upon him, a frown displayed plainly on her face as she tightened her grip on her blade, all but ready to dispose of the creature if he didn't intend to be of any use to her. Despite her lack of curves, however, she was far from unattractive, with pale, smooth skin and relatively soft, though somewhat pointed as with most elves features. She did turn her gaze briefly from him to scan the horizon, however, narrowing her eyes to focus on what seemed to be a column of smoke rising in the distance. It wasn't large enough to be an entire settlement burning, and, as far as she was aware, there weren't any settlements for a ways in that direction, anyway, but it was definitely too large to be a campfire. Perhaps it bore investigating, though she wasn't sure how a fire burning would have much in the way of relation to her quest. It wasn't as if she had much of a better lead at the moment, though. She'd have to cross that metaphorical bridge when she arrived at it, however, the goblin at her feet seemed to be stirring, so she could give him one last chance to answer her questions. Given how little a threat it was, she wasn't in any particular hurry to finish it off. It could at least point her somewhere before she did so. The artifact. Shiny, ye big. She indicated with her fingers the rough size that the artifact would be. Valuable. Goblins recognized greed, she knew that much. Of course, she didn't intend to actually pay him, but he didn't need to know that