The trip to the elven village known in the common tongue as heartsglade is a slow one, with Kelem up the front chatting to the mage rarely and the other elf Sylvestra walking alongside Neliwen.

The group travelled up river to a point where Kelem knew a shallow ford, crossing with ease, all the while Rivka keeping an eye behind

It is almost dusk when you come to a slight clearing where the tree's, though natural looking, are further apart. The area is quite a sight, with natral looking huts in tree's made of wood that looks like it has grown out, to make natural abodes. Upon the center of the village are three huge trees, with staircases, separated by about 20 feet each making a triangle. The natural stairs assend up the tree into the branches.

Both Kelem and Sylvestra say their goodbye's, the male nodding to the made and even smiling at Newlian, while Sylvestra hugs the woman and skips after the surly ranger, the two talking as they disappear. Zarmatan stands at the base of the stairs to the main three tree's. "As Newlian knows, this is Heartsglade to most, a elven village that has seen some hard times. My old friend called me here, as you have been led here. We will meet him soon, but first we must pay respects to Princess Almeseria."

Zarmatan glares at you all. "Show her respect or so help me, i'll turn ye into a mouse and feed ya to the owls." He then starts up the stairs.

The group follow, the only person having been here (Newilen), more sure than the others. Even then, she knew this led to the formal area of the courts, private chambers of the leaders of Heartsglade and meeting places.

It was perhaps 10 minutes of climbing when you came to a central platform, connected to all three trees like a giant viewing platform, but all that could be seen was lights, leaves and trees. The platform was clear of clutter, only holding two thrones, several seats and a table, holding refreshments. Upon the smaller of the two thrones sat a elven woman, hair golden like the sun, and eyes equally as golden. her hair was drawn back by a circlet of silver with a blue stone at the forehead. She wore a beautiful robe of silver with green, orange and blue accents.

Other than her, there were two other people. One was a male with elven blood, in light elven chainmail and a sward at his side. The other was one of the oldest eleven men you had ever seen, with grey hair, wrinkles and a warm smile. He held a staff of oak with a pink stone in it's top, and wore white robes with lavender and green.

The old man walked up with a smile, and the woman held her hand up as she saw him. "Great one....it does my heart joy to see you again."

The wizard visibly winced as he looked at her, but bowed. "Princess Almeseria....it has been far too long since we have seen each other."

The woman chuckled. "Indeed....i was but a girl back home then, bothering a human with questions of magic."

Zarmatan smiled. "You were never a bother Highness...and remember what i told you then? 'Never apologise for having questions.'"

The woman nodded, then looked at Neliwen. "It is also good to see you back Neliwen."

While She addressed her and looked at the group, Zarmatan approached the old elf and hugged him, whispering in his ear. He turned and again addressed the woman. "These, highness, are the group i told you may come.....not what i thought, but here none the less." He looked at the group. ""This is Almeseria....High princess of Evermeet, fourth in line and second cousin to the king, and ruler of Heartsglade"

Quinn bowed deeply in respect, a courtly bow as best he could do.

 "Yacob Stoneveins 5th in line to the Stoneveins Clan. Well formerly 5th in line. Probably removed after this. Also mage by profession." he manages to say without his normal surly growl. He is leaning on his staff not heavily but enough to tell it is not an affection.

Sonori bows, as she sees most of the others doing. It is clearly not practiced, but it is, at least, respectful.

Nym smiles and bows very respectfully and speaks in Elven.
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Nino saw the food and went to the table, totally oblivious that people were introducing themselves. His beef jerky was good, but the new stuff made Nino curious and he helped himself.

Kell bows as best he can. He introduces himself, "Kell Steelvein of Stone Mountain, at your service Your Majesty."

Staying close to Zell, Rivka gave a polite and courteous bow to the queen, not trusting herself to speak.

Zell stepped forward with Rivka's hand in his, bowing like his mother taught him to do,

"Zell Mellivor, son of Captain Corvus Mellivor and Aranel. The lady next to me is Rivka, my queen, and the Dwarf gobbling your food is Nino. Please excuse him. He doesn't know any better."

Neliwen curtseyed deeply as she spoke [Language unknown: "N io n evevirwerund a u con, entis iseenoar."] The pale elf straightened herself again before explaining in more detail. [Language unknown: "Wilnceich wifo ast iecetr prothosti wacapa n arll ngver at ce iv rete astlatons isti encsetres. Osoufi thiavende rea u tich sheicaugh wapaan, san omprekla. Con pobeulpo ilmero ain a un ur rom aveeenast blevenout olnd."] she told the royal elf, clutching the magical bag that held the medical supplies.

She then bowed to the older, male elf [Language unknown: "Omsepr Earateersterven, comthirom moat llou set atecil ll m."]

The princess sat with a neutral expression for most of the introductions, other than Nino (which she seemed slightly ammuse) and Neliwen, which she had a genuine smile. The elf looked at Nym with a half smile. [Language unknown: "Th ofca fiha utme le t ear se nont is sarut trmaol ev te manatiich astichstr Ndlediinol"] She nods her head and speaks in common. "Welcome everyone. In certain ways i know some of you by reputation, some moreso."

She looks around at the group. "Word has come to me of a group fabled to have found the ancient hold of the dwarves, but it seems some facts were misleading." She looked at Zell. "Master Melivor....I know your mother, and aunt..." at the mention of teh later, her face takes a almost pained look for a moment. "...those of your line are always welcome, despite your father's influence. Word has also come of the huntress Rivka and her skills."


She smiles at Neliwen. "You, my dear, i am happynto see safe." the old elf nodded in agreement, a smile on his lips.

She looks at Quinn. "...and word of the paladin of the god of death....may his calming embrace guide you" And to Sonori and Kell. "..even the most recent travellers. MAster Kell, word has come of your time working with the smiths within the dwarven home. I have no doubt your strength and skill helps guide tEhm all. And Sonori....friend of Sister Katala....she speaks of you and your skill. Welcome..

She looks at the group with a frown. "I was told of two dwarven cousins...Your wayward friend a warrior if power unmatched, but i can't see the magic user stonevein."

Her eyes locked on the dragonform, and they widened as she looked at Zarmatan, who nodded with a grim, stoic look on his face. "It seems much has befallen them, Mistress Almeseria....i will need a word or two with them before we gain some answers."

The elven woman nodded, but looked again regal and calm. "I welcome all to the heart. You are safe here as any. Take some rest, and we will dine privatly tonight to discuss what has befallen everyone and what is to come next."

the woman stands and looks at the rest. "there are some things i must attend to before we all talk, but please, speak amongst yourselves."

The princess bows and walks to a arch to the left, some of the elves following, leaving the group, Zarmatan and the elderly elf on the platform. He walks over with a smile and clasps Zarmatan's shoulder. "You always make things interesting old friend." Zarmatan smiles with a snort. "Trouble follows me like that damn wyrm."

The elf chuckled as he looked at Newilen "It is good to see you safe child. I heard of the others and the fall of our brethren" He closed his eyes, a look on his face making him look truely old. He then looked at the others. "If you have not already guessed, i am  Kalthranath Winterglade. Welcome to Heartsglade."

Kell turns to Zell. "I think I picked up maybe one word in four when you and the others here speak in Elvish. Do you think you can tutor me in the language when you have time? I'd love to learn what I can from the elvish weaponmakers and armorsmiths while I'm here. Wasn't the first mithral armor forged by the elves?"