Ellana spends quite a bit of time down at the Warden camp, and the new arrival does not go unnoticed. It's hard to miss a fellow elf, especially one with such a large companion by her side. The corner of Ellana's mouth lifts in amusement, because the mabari looks so inquisitive and friendly, but she knows better than to reach out and pet him just yet. Right now, she sits near the fire, her lute in her lap. She strums the strings absently, not sure what she should play. The truth is, she knows few songs and can play even less well. Subjecting the Wardens to the same songs over and over again seems like it could classify as some form of torture, so for the moment, she's improvising.

"Hello," she greets both dog and elf as they get closer. "Are you a new arrival?"