Mikael Leviasi ia Saiph
Location: By the Great Twisted Red Oak Tree

The dirt path held a rather melancholy sight as Mikael rode across, the ground showed little use by that of travelers on foot or by horse-back a sharp contrast from all the previous roads he had traveled. Mikael himself minded it little though, less travelers meant less interaction, and he already had enough interactions in the form of conversations as it were to fill an entire month's worth. Seated on his horse, he turned his attention to the guide papers, they were elaborate and detailing something fascinating to the Elf . Mikael never fancied himself a book worm by any stretch of the imagination but the lack of experience of knowing anything past the walls of Tor Elythis convinced him to look for more hands on experience. The Noble Elf had found himself wishing he had paid closer attention to his tutors all those years ago though on the descriptions of Artifacts lost during the Corpse War.

Not unlike his own brother, from when they were younger, Mikael had a growing sense of wonderment of the world around him; if not the people that inhabited it less so in rather different regards. News written of some ruins proving to provide a sort of nest of knowledge was what drew Mikael, he held one of the documents in his hands and while he held a certain skepticism of how strange it looked at first glance, Mikael dismissed it as due to age or poor quality of how it was kept or distributed. Regardless, Mikael continued forward as whatever artifact that was left within these ruins was certainly something that intrigued him.

Riding slowly as he approached the red oak detailed on the document, Mikael slid off his horse and tied him to the tree, his hand gently rubbing the creature’s neck before giving it a quick pat of assurance. He had checked his short bow and quiver, as his left hand brushed against the hilt of his own sword, the young High Elf had decided to wear a more leather based protection, guessing much of the exploration would require his full range of motion and freedom to move with ease. Stepping around the great oak tree, Mikael walked closer to where he read he would meet the associate indicated on the document.

The dark, near black skin, contrasted by the white locks of hair similar to Mikael’s own hair in both look and length, the sharpened ears told him enough as he stopped short. He knew of the Fallen Elven-kind that shared the land of Raiaera they both call home, Dark Elf. . . Mikael was unsure how to approach this new situation. He had always heard the Fallen were opportunists, and while relations after the great war were tense, Mikael of course wasn't certain of how the Dark Elf would think of himself.

All the same, not who I was expecting to see here. . .