As Ellar approaches the camp, there is little commotion regarding him. When Alsavian hears about the elf's deception, he forms what can only be a smile on his cat-like face.
"We were wondering when you were going to tell us about your friend," he chuckles to Ulysses after the fact, "We never saw him, but we caught scent of him several times."
It seems to you that Ellar joining the group is taken very well and Alsavian seems to agree with the "reserve" action a little quicker than you think. It would be reasonable to believe that he understands and knows the tactic well.
Another week will go by and the travel will become much easier as the trees thin out a great deal and become thicker and more sturdy. Zyrial will begin to understand some of the Felin's words and grammatical structure, but mastering the language, he realizes, will take much more than a few weeks of listening. Even with help from Ulysses and his magic, Zyrial will find it hard to remember the extensive vocabulary and subtle inflictions of the language.
Much of the culture he is able to understand and record is familiar to him. Some of the Felin travelling with them inform him that the women of their society travel out to hunt as often as the men do, just that this troup happened to be all male. He will become dreamy-eyed when talking about the women and tell you that there is no creature more beautiful than a Felin woman in all the world.
Ulysses will send the message to an anxious queen. "A job well done, my nephew. Have you any need of further assistance? How quickly can you establish and secure an area for a base camp? Dire wolves you say? Is it such a problem that we will need to send more battle-ready elves to your aid?" The queen is eager to learn about all that you have seen. It is clear that she wishes to leave the wore-torn land that she now inhabits, but tries to keep an air of dignity and regalness about her. It is obvious to Ulysses, however, that there is a bit of girlish excitement in her voice. THAT is a rarity for the queen who is usually emotionless.
At the end of your journey you reach a large village in the forest. The ground is littered with large tents stretched with some sort of animal skin and painted with colors and signs that signify some sort of written language. You are taken through the village, past hundreds of Felin men and women - some of which look at you with a great sense of hate and anger - until you are brought before the largest tent you have seen yet. Alsavian will instruct you to wait here and bow when you see the chief, for your own safety.
The Felin strides into the large tent, past two very large and thickly muscled Felin warriors who lean on the great axes that they have by there side...
[ooc: pause for any actions or words exchanged...if none, let me know in the OOC thread]