So she could read elven, Nira thought while treading along the pathway through the forest, back towards the hollowed tree in the center, where yet another entrance to the guild hall lied.    At least someone knew her language, but strange how for most humans, even the most astute of scholars, it took almost months to learn a fourth of the elven alphabet, and even more to speak the language fluently.  Yet Nirayane disregarded the notion and kept waking.  Someone understood her.  That was all that mattered.

Once they were safe and sound in the cistern, Nira approached Hotarubi and the others.  [i]Meat, just as promised.[/i]  She gestured, setting the bloody sack full of venison on the table and snatching a few coins from the chest for herself, an old bandit habit.