She lead her through the forest, occasionally looking back to see whether the creature she had sensed was following her, pleased to realise that they were alone as they reached a small clearing in the forest. It was almost invisible from long distance but close up a small campfire was visible at its centre, a hammock hanging between two trees and a pile of weapons lying in one corner.
"Its quite small I know," she said. "But Rangers are taught to rely only on themselves unless they absolutely have to." She took her cloak off, revealing a suit of armour that looked light but could withstand most attacks unscathed. She walked over to a small pile of supplies, pulling out a small painting, which looked almost identical to the one Vennar had but it had been painted more delicately. "Ainur wasn't her given name, it was the name she took when she fell in love with your father. I knew her as Bel'rae, daughter of one of the last heirs of the Dawnhammer elves. I should've realised who you were, you have her eyes, and she is one of the few I know who has a Dragonsblood gem," she said, nodding to the gem around her neck. Your father knows the risks that lie within Sylvan, if he sent you here something serious has happened, you had better fill me in quickly."