Arannis stayed on his horse as well. He was looking as immaculate as always. Golden blonde hair glossy and straight, healthy skin. Upon stopping he glanced up at the doors, then back to were their Dwarf companion was examining the Mules.

"Watch your step." The elf called after him. For Arannis their was only one thing on his mind. How in the nine hells he had gotten roped into this mess. Frankly it wasn't like him to volunteer for things like this.

Leaning foreward on the pure white horse he rode he mulled it over in his head. Clean fingers tapping on the horses neck. It was most likely a combination of factors. His pride he simply wasn't going to stand around and let others hog the attention. His families connections to the dwarfs, it had endured this long and he was NOT going to be the one to put the alliance in jeopardy. But the most pressing reason was...he really a taste of the liquor they had brewed.

The elf finally hopped down off his steed and mimicked the dwarf's knot. With a flourish and a quick can trip he pulled a carrot out of his sleeve and let the animal snack on it.

"I can cast a spell to see if the lack of damage is an illusion, but it wouldn't be as simple as this little parlor trick."