Navar shakes Vimo's hand, albeit with some discomfort. Elves have allways viewed the Human race's need to touch each other as barbaric and somewhat unclean. "Navar-Eth. I guess you can say i'm your local Druid. My injuries are minor, as are those of Bronk, my simian animal companion somewhere back in the bush. Making sure the Orcs there are all dead. My... Human... companion here took a few bad hits and could use the skills of your healers, if it's not too much trouble. I've been to McNeil a few times. Need to restock on arrows every now and then."