A dainty beautiful elf paced through the forest quietly, observing all. She was ready, for anything. her bow was strung and hung on her back, her hand lay delicately on her sword. 3 throwing stars were packed in a leather pouch in her bag. 2 small daggers were hidden in her boots, and another curved, deadly elaborate dagger sat in its sheath on her waist. Her pack held food, rope, flint and steel, tinder and wrist protectors for archery.It also held a flute. The flute was silver, perfectly made and fitted to Zalayn. She stopped and leaped straight up, grasping a branch and swining herself up on it. there she sat and removed her flute from her bag and began singing a beautiful tune that sounded like birdsong, so it would not alert anyone to her presense.