"Clan Neirysa declared themselves to us when my father took me to them. So far as they are concerned, it is not matter of suspicion." Just in case she had been unclear. Communication is no great virtue of hers, not in the way that others seem to spin words and make understanding bend to their benefit. Not quite lies, but a number of convenient truths.
"That was near Starkhaven. These more recent attacks were in Orlais; our party is largely comprised of elves from Val Firmin and the area surrounding. It was not safe to travel by road much of the way, with the war escalating." Her brow flickers, and Herian reaches for a long stick, a leftover from an earlier game of sword fighting between the children earlier. She uses to to sketch a rough map detailing from Val Firmin to Halamshiral, with a line to indicate the Frostbacks, as well. "Much of the journey demanded hiding from soldiers and chevaliers and common villagers alike. Straying into the edges of woods provided decent enough cover." She could do much, but if there were endless troops? Ah, she'd not endanger the elves for the sake of her ego. "So close to the Dales as we were, we tried to balance the risks."
On the map she marks three crosses over the rough areas where they were attacked. One is roughly in the area around Montsimmard, while the two others are much closer together, near Verchiel. "The first attack was only arrows. I cannot know with certainty based in evidence, but based upon the shots loosed upon us near Verchiel," and she taps the city on the map, "where we saw those attacking us, I think the arrows shared the same method of crafting. The first attack would have been three weeks past." Their travel was not as fast as it could have been, taking awkward roads and travelling with the frail and vulnerable. "They did not attack me alone; our party entire was subject to their violence. They ask them at your leisure, they can speak of it with their own tongues if you've cause to doubt. She frowns for a moment. "There was no formal introduction, but several of them called out Grymusseth."
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"That was near Starkhaven. These more recent attacks were in Orlais; our party is largely comprised of elves from Val Firmin and the area surrounding. It was not safe to travel by road much of the way, with the war escalating." Her brow flickers, and Herian reaches for a long stick, a leftover from an earlier game of sword fighting between the children earlier. She uses to to sketch a rough map detailing from Val Firmin to Halamshiral, with a line to indicate the Frostbacks, as well. "Much of the journey demanded hiding from soldiers and chevaliers and common villagers alike. Straying into the edges of woods provided decent enough cover." She could do much, but if there were endless troops? Ah, she'd not endanger the elves for the sake of her ego. "So close to the Dales as we were, we tried to balance the risks."
On the map she marks three crosses over the rough areas where they were attacked. One is roughly in the area around Montsimmard, while the two others are much closer together, near Verchiel. "The first attack was only arrows. I cannot know with certainty based in evidence, but based upon the shots loosed upon us near Verchiel," and she taps the city on the map, "where we saw those attacking us, I think the arrows shared the same method of crafting. The first attack would have been three weeks past." Their travel was not as fast as it could have been, taking awkward roads and travelling with the frail and vulnerable. "They did not attack me alone; our party entire was subject to their violence. They ask them at your leisure, they can speak of it with their own tongues if you've cause to doubt. She frowns for a moment. "There was no formal introduction, but several of them called out Grymusseth."