'Their' in plural, as the elf realized he wasn't alone. Five others were gathering themselves together nearby, on a strip of beach too close to the tree line to be properly called beach but too sandy to still be called forest. He let the others be, as strange a collection as they seemed, while they similarly dusted off the sand. Most of them seemed to be women, three seemed human at least, while a fourth had strange ears he'd never come across before. None of them seemed to be injured or in a state of distress - yet, he supposed - and he could hear the crash and rush of water in waves far too big for a lake behind him.
Kamon approached the closest of the five, a red-haired woman nearly as tall as he was.
"My apologies, Miss. I don't suppose you would know where this is? Or, perhaps, how we may have come to be here?"