LMoT - Return to Phandalin

You aren't sure but you believe it to be an elf, but with darker skin than you have seen before.

Hmm, really? This one was taught to stay with a group, if possible. Especially if those others are able to defend themselves. The Creator said there is strength in numbers.

Bebaral is to cold and in thought about what transpired earlier.

The party closes to within 60 feet of the lone figure.

Seeing that the group following her is going to catch up and pass, Letharia figures it would be better if she faces them at this point. FiguringSince they have not made a hostile move at this point, she feels somewhat safe but that could change in a moment.

She then stops, moves to the side of the road, and turns around keeping her left hand on her buckle of her belt so she can reach for her rapier quickly if need be.

Good-day, travelers, she calls out with a pleasant voice and a smile. Those getting a good look at her for the first time see a beautiful drow dressed in dark red leather armor. If you have encountered drow before you notice that she seems relaxed, you would say pleasant or happy unlike any drow you ever met especially in her smile. You can tell that under her cloak is a backpack and of all things a lute pokes out from under as well.

She thinks, Well maybe they have information I need.

"By chance have you met any travelers lately. I am looking for a dwarf goes by the name of Gundren Rockseeker." she then gives a rough description of him.

A little nervous she bites her lip a bit and bounces a little on her toes, nervous of how they will react to running into a "dark elf"

She squints a little as the sun hits her face as she tries to keep an eye on all of them.

  The very second that I am able to discern the race - there is a crossbow pointing towards the possible threat. I quickly scan her for any symbols, insignias and such. The fact that she didn't unsheathe her weapon was the only thing stopping me from releasing the bolt.

— I'd advice to move your hands from the rapier. Slowly.

"Well that is a pleasant greeting, pointing a crossbow at someone. As you can see my hand in not on my weapon, unlike you, but my hand is on my belt, nor have I drawn my weapon, as you have. Have you not seen a lady or a bard before that you greet someone thus? she says her voice still friendly but more cautious now, she does move her hand away but begins thinking her invisibility spell might come in handy in a moment. Her eyes though do become more focused seemingly becoming more alert of her surroundings.

Surface elves always think they are so superior than us lowly elves because we have dark skin, maybe he is jealous or insecure, that has to be it. she thinks to herself which causes a quick extension of her smile.

He notices she does have multiple earrings and some gems glued or attached somehow to the right side of her face by her eye. She also seems pretty young for an elf for those who can tell that sort of thing.

Nine stands back, unsure how or even if he should inject himself into the conversation.

Surprised by Leylin's quick draw and aggressive reaction, I wait until the situation settles to step in.
— A dark elf roving on the surface and greeting travelers on a sunny road isn't something common, I must say. Excuse my friend's distrustful reaction, but his prudence saved us more than once. I do not need to ask why you travel on your own, but that person you said you were looking for... I've heard the name before. Some dwarf, isn't it?

Learn to make friend and remember sarcasm doesn't help.she thinks trying to remember one of the lessons she has had over the last few years before she says something else that might get her in trouble.

She brushes some hair away from her face and says, "Yes, I am looking for a dwarf names Gundren Rockseeker. Some friends of his haven't heard from him in a while. Since they couldn't come out themselves they sent me to go and check in on him." she says thankfully trying to steer the conversation away from what she sees as an angry elf pointing a crossbow at her.

  As situation didn't escalate nor the drow made any aggresive moves, I slightly ease up and move crossbow to point downwards. Although the bolt still is armed.

— I'm sure that it isn't the first, nor the last time you encounter prejudice due to your race. I shrug slightly. Some would even attack first and ask questions later.

"Why would they be sending a kind of yours about!? A Death wish you must have.

"Let's just say I owe them a lot and they felt I was able to take care of myself if I needed to.", she says with a grin. She then pats her lute and says,Besides how am I going to learn new stories and songs if I sit and hide from the world."

"Books is the way most people start!"