Divine Journey

- I... I was just walking through the forest when I saw a fire... Master Hostor, please lower your weapon, I won't do anything bad.

Upon closer inspection, the young man turned out to be a young elf, looking strange and... rather naive. He couldn't seem to control his nervousness, and Redram finally lowered his crossbow.
- Alright. Don't make any sudden moves, and everything will be fine, - Hostor gestured for the elf to come closer and, as if forgetting about the stranger, looked at the healer. - Faelvir, is Daar okay? We need to leave here and move the bodies to the village for burial. Can you carry the girl? Then Daar and I will take Vincent. And don't forget the belongings, - the mage returned to the fire, bent down, picked up the weapon of the deceased comrade, and only then turned his attention to the stranger again.
- What's your name?