"Yer the first to arrive, lass,"  Straw answered, pausing his humming and climbing back to his feet to greet the elf.  [i]And I sure hope she ain't the only one[/i], he thought, taking note of her rather rough appearance.  In the morning light her injuries looked worse than they had in the dim tavern lighting the previous evening when he'd pitched the idea to her.
 
 "Rough week?" he asked.  It wouldn't be the first time he'd picked up an "adventurer" running from something.  In fact, it was rather rare that he recruited someone who wasn't a bit down on their luck.
 
 About this time, a young man was hurrying toward the pair, still pulling his coat over one arm while carrying a pack and a hunting bow in his other hand.  "Uh...  hi," he said, grinning, as he drew closer and looked between Straw and the elven woman.  
 
 He blushed for no good reason as he looked at the elf.  "I'm Calvin," he said, as way of introductions.  



Calvin:
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