Elscene will lean against the cavern wall, resting from the fight. Having been injured so badly, the healing took a lot of strength from her, and so she tries not to move too much, restricting herself to putting her bow away properly and cleaning her rapier.

When she looks up to see what has stricken the party, stopping them in their motions, and sees anavren, her heart flutters. Oh! Poor Anavren, no one deserves that. Age is highly honoured amongst elves, but to reach such age without the experiences and the learning that should go with it ...

She will pause, and say silent prayers for what little life may remain Anavren, before leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes. As she rests, she wonders what she has gotten herself into. Attacked, bloodied, almost killed. And with that as a possible result! What am I doing here?