Hideaway Strath Is it Easy...?

Good thing that Towhee spared Elfie the pains of coming up with what to say or how to start a conversation. Talking with people he knew was easy peasy. It was not such a bed of roses, when it came to someone he barely knew and it did not help that she was a sister of his mother and therefore his aunt. Neither did anything that Wraen had arranged be in the game. 

Therefore he was grateful for the tips on, what to say, straightened himself up, smiled nervously and dug his hind-feet in the ground, because they wanted to tremble treacherously. He should not be afraid, Towhee was not going to eat him, was she? "I am Elf... Elwood Jr.Jr. Blackthorn from Firebirds and I wish to join your pack to train to become a mercenary," Wraen would have added to "become a good and tolerable citizen" to the pot, but Elfie had no idea, what did it mean.

"I can hunt on my own and I patrolled borders at home," he stated his resume, which - he realized - sounded neither long, nor impressive. But this was an honest start, because an option to boast did not occur to him.