“You’re sure you’re alright?” Harken placed a steadying hand on the elf’s shoulder.

When he’d first sighted them in the midst of a pack of bandits, he’d assumed the worst. He’d moved to help—and also, to purge the bandits that plagued his lands, and though they were bloodied and bruised, they’d stood to help him press against them, fighting at his side.

It was odd to see an elf here. Harken worried—for his new companion, and for what it might mean for his people if the elves were pressing across the border.

Even with his worries, it wouldn’t do to be unfriendly to a guest in his lands. He’d see them get the help they needed.