It didnt matter if you were man or elf, you had been washed up on the bank of the river than ran through Rivendale. It seemed you were quite injured from orcs attacking you, but you were alive.

You rolled over onto your back, and squinted your eyes..and above you see a white haired man, with elven ears.. he must have been an elf. He was staring at you like he could see your bones.. and it was kinda weird hut you were glad someone was there to help you.