Alura looked to the King as he spoke and nodded her head. "I will ride with Rhovanor. The caravan will need all the protection it can get. What's more dangerous than an elf and a bow? Now we have two." Alura said with a grin and a wink as she hopped up into the driver's seat. With a smile she relieved Rhovanor of his bow and arrows, slinging the quiver on her back. "My... This is good craftsmanship. My father used to make bows like this, the carvings almost look like his work. He used to be able to make the wood sing for him." Alura mused with a dreamy smile as she thought of her father. She pulled a dagger hidden beneath her billowy skirts that was secured to her thigh. It was fine Elven silver with a hilt made of ivory. In it was carved an amazing barrage of flowers all across the hilt. "He carved this too." She said proudly, looking to the dagger.

Alura watched the King walk off towards the city. "He's a brave man. Good heart, he will heal this land." The Elven maiden said with a definitive nod.