Halfwyn

Halfwyn is strange for an elf. She very quiet, and much like a caged wolf when in busy areas. She has long, unkempt gray hair and wears very primitive clothes. She has a tendency to talk to herself softly, in a language few can understand.

She moves through the wild with nearly unnatural grace, even for an elf. In the wild, she is more relaxed and more likely to open up a little bit.

What is most confusing is that she shies away from other elves. She will watch them, but very seldom will she actually speak to them.

At one time, one of her companions was able to understand her mutterings while dreaming. “I don't like it Dionadyll, we're packed in too close. I don't like it. Why do we need to meet here? Its getting dark. Dionadyll, those are arrows! Run! Hurry! This way, there were trees this way! Keep your footing! No! We can make it there! Dionadyll? Dionadyll! They did it to us! They did it!”