Alura felt an amusing smile form across her lips as the two gentleman spoke to her. What really got her was when the Elven man spoke in the Old Tongue to her. Sad as it was to say, there were very few people of their kind who actually knew the language. It was a dying part of their culture. "Merry meet, Rilden." Alura said first to the one they referred to as 'Your Majesty'. Next she turned to the Elven man and spoke in the Old Tongue. "Merry meet Rhovanor, of Rayacre. I am Alura, of Sablebrush. A very small Elven village. indeed. I'm a traveling Healer, I've traveled all over the land the past few years. I was just recently traveling from a centaur village about a day's ride from here."
What happened next almost caused her to let out a chuckle when her shadow sneezed and a man cloathed in darkness appeared before them all. She eyed him carefully as he stood there, looking shocked by what had just happened. Next a centaur came flying past, his weapon at the ready to strike down the man of darkness. Moving just as quickly, Alura had placed herself between the centaur and the man. Her delicate hand was resting on Chiron's hand that branded his weapon and the other held a long needle pointed at the unnamed man's throat, hovering merely a hair's breadth away from his skin. "Now, friends. We are in the middle of something fairly grave here. Many people have died already, I do believe enough blood shed has befallen this day. However, I do find it quite suspicious that you would feel the need to hide yourself from us, my Shadow. Now if you were to make any brash movements I would hate to prick you with this needle. You see, it's got a certain type of poison on it. One that would not kill you but it would leave you paralyzed for hours upon hours." Alura said, smiling from first the centaur to her Shadow-man.