Kelnin with the gnomes.

Kelnin looked up at the  lowering sun, Lirea in the fey tongue, he adjusted his hood and spurred his horse onward.  He has been traveling with the group of gnomes for a day now, gnomes are a happy-go-lucky, carefree people, which can get old to some people, like Kelnin, always laughing and telling jokes.  Kelnin made a note to himself to never travel with gnomes again.  As the sun was officially setting, they reached a camp of elf rangers, who welcomed the gnomes, but as Kelnin was going to follow, one of the guards stopped him.

"Sorry, friend, I am sure you are hungry and tired, but I ask you pull of your hood."  Kelnin glared at him from under his cowl, he then, with a purposeful motion, pulled back his hood.  The guard nodded and lead him inside the camp, beside the fire, Kelnin was shocked, surly they would have driven him away, being a gray elf.  He looked at his hand, it looked gray, oh well, he stared into the fire for a while, thinking about his home to the north, his banishment, his encounter with the dark elf army, and... Nanlyr, wretched Nanlyr, who Kelnin would one day see him exiled, then his thoughts turned toward Lynia, beautiful Lynia, who he may not see again, Kelnin thought of all the good times he and Lynia, how they would often go to the stream, and talk with deer and birds along the way- suddenly he was startled out of his thinking when an elf handed him a bowl of fruit.  His stomach growled, the more he became a gray elf, the more he needed meat.

"So tell me,stranger, what is your name?  If it does not bother you for me to ask it?"  Asked one of the rangers.

"It is... uh, Faenin, Faenin Atheul.  I come from the north, around Faelir Forest."  Kelnin lied.

"You are of the Atheul house?  I thought the last Atheuls died in the last Fomorian War?"  Said another scout.  Kelnin thought quickly of a lie he could use.

"Yes, well, my father was, I mean is an archivist, and... well he liked that as a house name."  He flustered, he was never very good at lying.  The rest of the night passed without incident, though one of the gnomes woke up screaming, then wet himself, Kelnin got up, donned his leather jerkin, washed his face, then walked out of the tent.  He took a sniff, something was not right, there was something wrong in the air.  He was just about to tell the others, but then he saw what was wrong, a corpse stood behind him.