Arad looked forward, hearing the wooden carriage crackle beneath him as they rode across the streets. Aella looked around, "The human capital is busy even at this time. Shouldn't people be out working?" She counted the people just walking the street and browsing the market.
"You aren't the same?" Arad looked at her.
"At this time? Each blacksmith would be in their workshop and each shopkeeper in their shop. We elves barely move out without a valid reason." She looked at the market and saw a man sitting at the side of the road, begging for money.
"He can go to the forest and gather herbs or wood to sell. There is no need for him to stay there," She sighed.
"Humans don't know much about the forest like elves," Arad looked at the man, "He might be sick, who knows?"
"Even if he was sick, he should be out seeking a cure, not begging for money like this." She sighed, "If the human church is anything like ours, they could help him."
Arad can sniff out shapshifer by reading their mind.