Kirk knew he should have made camp hours ago. He had passed a good spot for it further back, but had thought he would come across another by the time the sun went down. Now he was in the dead of night, and no good place to camp in sight - limited as it was. He had dismounted for his horse to follow him, pushing through the brush with a lantern he had packed, though he despised using the oil for this, but it was his own fault.

At first he doesn't believe what he sees when he spots a fire up ahead, flickering in the dark through the brush. He licked his lips and dimmed some of his own lantern, securing his horse and sneaking closer just to see. If it was someone dangerous he didn't want to just walk in like a brazen fool. Seeing an elvish woman, he thought that it might not be completely ridiculous to ask for succor around her fire.

Sneaking back to his horse, he brought him along, making as much noise as possible to alert her to his presence.

"Well met!" he called, hoping that was a customary greeting of a sort here. "A good night for camping, isn't it?"