Ildrun looked on with interest as the Argonian, Kahjiit and two Men walked into the camp. One of the Men had a female Elf over his shoulder, Ildrun hazard a guess that she was the assailant, and the Khajiit and other Man were carrying a dead Elk. The Argonian greeted her briefly, but was obviously concerned more with the assailant so Ildrun simply nodded back. She was curious about the assailant also. She nodded to Roze and positioned herself to see the assailant more clearly, though she still stood near Roze so the could converse further. She looked at the Elf closely, she was more pale than most Elves Ildrun had seen, not that she had seen many, and her hair was white. _I suppose it isn't so odd,_ Ildrun thought, _It makes sense for Elves to to vary in appearance. Most races do._ She wondered why she had attacked to get away from them, it seemed to Ildrun that talking her way out would have been more prudent, she wanted to ask her why she did not take that course of action. Though undoubtedly there would be many who would want to ask questions, and she was sure that anyone who questioned the Elf would want to know the answer also, and she was still waiting for Roze to reply to her.