Azriel kept looking in evrey direction for his brother until the Ranger elf introduced herself as Cristiana Rolfe. A closed-mouth, half-way grin entered his features for a moment. "Quite a pleasure to meet you, too, Cristiana." Picking up the scroll he had in his backpack, the Monk read the ancient text, examining the paper for anything that could indicate something false, but to no avail. He knew the temple would have to be found, sooner or later, to evaluate whether or not any of the statements written were true. Once he closed the scroll, Azriel noticed the elf gazing up at him. Putting up the scroll, he spoke in his usual tone, a mix of gentleness and professionalism.

"I suppose you were wondering about where I learned how to heal others?" He could guess at what she was curious about, considering how easy it was for him, as a human, to heal her wounds. "Well, I am a healer, specifically a Monk. My profession is one where we try to reach absolute spiritual enlightenment. As such, we do not normally carry weapons. As you have seen, though, a well-trained Monk from a monastery can hold their own without much need for a weapon." Placing a hand around his neck, he added. "As for the family name, it is one reknown for the countless generations of those among us who became heroes, mostly by the use of the sword, though some did use more peaceful means. That sort of put pressure on me, as a Monk, to excell at martial arts and healing, which explains how easily I healed." He cleared his throat after the explanation. "Well, enough about me. I'd like to know more about you and your friend, whom I have not heard the name to, yet."

At this point, Azriel was worried for his brother. At the moment, however, he needed to make sure the two elves were all right before he could do anything. Plus, knowing more about them could help with finding Tyran, as he will know everyone's strengths and weaknesses, in addition to further understanding Elven culture.

Lynara heard the screeches of the goblin leader as he engaged in a fight with the human. Turning slightly she watched for a moment to make sure the man was alright in the battle. It seemed that he was just fine, and so she didn't spare him another glance as she was too busy with her own battles with the rest of the mob. Her knives danced as she blocked, lunged, twisted and cut her way through the masses. The fighting didn't last much longer, and soon enough she heard the man's voice rise above the clanging weapons and shouts of the goblins. He spoke in their tongue, which was very impressive, and in a matter of moments, they dispersed.

Turning slowly, Lynara sheathed her weapons and made her way back to the others. She spotted Cristiana down on the ground with blood all over her shoulder. Lynara rushed to the other woman's side, but the male was faster for he was closer. The thief watched in awe as the human healed Cristiana's wound completely. Lynara dropped down on her knees as she grinned at her new elven friend. She was lucky herself to have not gained any injuries, so she only watched as the monk healed the wounds. When prompted for her name, Cristiana gave it. Lynara looked between Azriel and the elf as they spoke, her crimson eyes flicking between them. Then she too looked out into the forest as Azriel mentioned his brother, who was apparently missing from the immediate area.

"Well, enough about me. I'd like to know more about you and your friend, whom I have not heard the name to, yet." Azriel finished after explaining how he was able to heal. He was a monk, the first that Lynara had ever seen before. It was very intriguing, something she wished to learn more about, but perhaps another time.

"I'm Lynara Yuvien Ree," she stated, her smile growing as she introduced herself. Lynara bowed her head before continuing, "Better known in most cities as 'The Crimson Thief'. There's nothing that I can't steal," her hand reached into her pocket as she delved out the precious necklace of the elven girls coming of age, "Though, what I mostly steal are items that were stolen before hand. I get it and return them to their original owners. Mostly elven items as it seems that the human men of this age enjoy taking from us," she scowled slightly.

The jewel twisted in the gloom of the forest, catching bits of light and sparkling before Lynara put it away, "That belonged to an elven girl who just lost her village and got everything stolen from her. I was asked to retrieve it and now here I am. I'm on my way to the next city to give the jewel back to her as she's waiting for me. After that, who knows where I'll go," she shrugged lightly, "I don't have a place to return to, at least not now anyway."