The old elf stared at Halatir for a bit, taking in his form as he stood upright, and saw the marks left upon his being by past fights, torture, and abuse, and he looked upon him with a worrisome expression. The old elf sighed, and as if knowing what Halatir wanted to say, gestured him to follow.
He then turned and proceeded to walk in to the deeper woods, slowly and somewhat clumsily, as he was not as young as he would like to be, even for this otherwise simple profession. They trampled through the dense woodlands until they reached a footpath, and began following that, which lead to another wider one, and so forth, until the path they were on looked very much like a road. The road lead out of the dense forest, and in to a more swamp like region with more dispersed trees. The road they were following had lanterns hung on wooden posts along side it, signifying that it was well maintained, and regularly patrolled.
Soon enough, a village come in to view.