"You're not the only one that can feels things, Strider", Saeril responded to his first observation. [i]Rangers and their surroundings[/i], she thought to herself, internally chuckling. When she looked at a small group of Hobbits, Saeril just knew that this wouldn't hide from Strider. "Kili, what do you feel?", she asked her Dwarven godson softly as he was next to her at the inside corner of the table. She tested him in these kinds of things. Lessons, she called them. For him to have the mentality of a child, the she-elf was basically teaching him how to be aware of his surroundings. He didn't last time, which he almost got hurt. Worse, yet killed. So, to prevent that from happening, it was her turn to teach him.

Seeing her friend get up and approach the small group, Saeril watched with her Elven eyes. "You draw far too much attention to yourself, 'Mr. Underhill'", she said to the young Hobbit, already knowing his name, after hearing it from him when he registered. Secrets were not so easily hidden from the she-elf. She scanned the young Hobbit's facials with her yellow-green eyes, and watched as he hid the so-called object that he found. "That is no such ring you carry. I've heard people trying to avoid being seen, but to disappear entirely? That is a rare gift", Saeril slowly said before looking back to the Hobbit with her eyes under the hood.