To strangers, and newcomers, the subtle changes in the voices and activity of the villagers might not be so obvious, but to one whom has lived among them for many a year, the subtle changes are profound, the usual rhythms of daily life ceasing to follow their predictable beat. When one has so much time on his hands, it's amazing the things they take to paying attention to. Arlahn, as he is known to the village, is old by human terms, but the elf only in his 50's is still a young man, if even a man at all, as an elf ages. Today, something has changed the rhythms of these people he lives amongst, and dressed in dull brown robes, along with hooded cloak, he depart from his own hut, to see what has brought this halt to the symphony of daily life in the village. With hood drawn, his face is obscured, yet moving amongst the rear edges of the gathered townsfolk, with a wooden staff with a crystal affixed to the top, in hand, he may be mistakable for a man of importance. Here, he is just a hermit of a man, seldom coming out among his neighbors, except when there's trouble.
Arlahn, he keeps pace with the passage of the strangers, these Drow and their companions, and when he notices one of them focusing on something, he grins to himself, and with a little focus of his own, his 'voice' abruptly enters Suru's mind, "Welcome dark one, what can our quaint little village do for you?" Strange though, no one else will have heard it, nor will there be seen a man among the crowd who has spoken above it and stood out as a result. But the greeting and question remain, planted obviously by someone with both power and awareness of the situation.