Days passed until anyone told Alayre. It was mere coincidence that he even found out. Had he not heard the conversation in passing from two others, Alayre would've never known. This is why he makes haste to Beleth now.

Far too late to give his condolences and definitely too late to claim anger, Alayre walked towards the campfire once he spotted a familiar tuft of red hair. "Beleth?" His voice was calm but breathless. He literally been searching throughout the camp for her. The Templar took a moment to study the elf, his gray eyes searching for proof to the rumors. Besides the scar upon her nose, the healers certainly patched her up well but somethings off here. As of what that something is, Alayre doesn't know.

"I heard you...found some trouble." He muttered as he approached a little closer. "You seem well enough. I assume the healers got to you." Dressed causally in black rather than his usual armor, Alayre certainly doesn't look like a Templar today.