Rhyoick yawned wildly and propped himself up on his elbows. Although he was an Elf and had no need to sleep, he had acculturated to the Humans and often found himself inadvertently mimicking them. He could hear Narnae as she prayed to Corellon Larethian, the Elven deity. He knew nothing of the Elven goddess, aside from the snatches he heard from travelers. His faith was weak at best, though hearing Narnae's prayer had intrigued him. He would have to ask her about Corellon another time.
He had slept on a bed of leaves, covered with a thick winter blanket. He rose from it and dusted off the cloak he had used as a pillow. He fastened the cloak about his neck and set to gathering up his meager belongings. A knife, his sword belt and crossbow, a leather backpack, and an empty waterskin. He had "slept" with his leather armor, which made up the rest of his gear. When the others began conversing, he moved to join them.
He took the beggarly food with a frown, but ate it all the same. The young Elf listened to the conversation as he ate, but felt no need to add to it. By all rights he was still a guest among the group, and in truth, he did not fully understand the party's errand.