When Elsa had risen, Roran gave her a once over, watching her shake out her skirts and then motioned in the direction of her home with a wave of her hand. Elsa was taller than Roran, as most human women were. There were some that came close to her height, but typically the only ones who had height in common with her were children. Slowly, they made their way to the row of houses just off the banks of the lake.
Never having been anywhere but Redcliffe, she didn't think much of the water. Anytime she was down by the waters edge she couldn't help but think of the day she'd lost her mother, but that was to be expected. The silence between the two grew, but Roran didn't think much of it. She wasn't going to press conversation if Elsa didn't want it. But at her companions question, Roran turned to look at her, a light smile crossing her features.
She nodded in response before speaking, kicking at a rock on the ground. "Yes. I started training for the guard when I was 18," she answered, her mind wandering to that year. The day she started training had felt like the happiest moment of her life. She laughed inwardly at the sick irony that she would go from being so happy to so depressed when her mother died. The small smile on her face faltered lightly at the progression of her thoughts. Sensing a change in her mood she quickly changed the topic. "So what brings you to Redcliffe?" she questioned, wondering if maybe she could be of some assistance this way.