Exton

Tannr and Marc are sketching out rough plans with the rest of the group when a low hiss and rumble attracts their attention. All eyes turn to Ob, who has moved into a fighting stance. Reptillian tongue flickers, scenting the air. The tip of his tail twitches in anticipation. His hands are clenched around the hilts of his blades, ready to bare them in a cross-handed draw.

The Drow moves silently from the shelter of the trees. Another, younger, shadows his steps. The first hands his bow to the second and removes his palm brace. He turns his exposed palm to Ob.

 "We have heard of you, Stone Dragon. We come to aid in the Lady Star's name." His voice is soft, little more than a whisper of sound. "I am Stave. This is Fletcher." The younger Drow nods his head to the group. At Ob's raised brow the older Drow gives a half smile. "Our names are our own, given only to the Lady and her Warrior when requested. When you are ready to cross, we will go before you and motion when the way is clear."

He turns away, giving them his back in a show of trust. Fletcher moves into the treeline after handing Stave his bow. The Archer looks back over his shoulder.

 "Needs must I warn you, Stone Dragon. The Priestess knows of your part in Her sister's death. If She sees you, She will do Her utmost to destroy you." He looks at Tannr, eyes darkly honest. "That said, I understand this mission is yours, for what the Priestess would have done to," He smiles, a real smile, "the female who would not be broken. Once you are across we will fade back into the People. Our bows are yours when we see you have a need. Our arrow flight is straight. We will only hit what needs be, and only when absolutely necessary."

Stave pulls the hood of his ashen cloak over his face. "Good Hunting and Safe Passage."

 He slips away, disappearing as he moves deeper into the cover of the trees.