Rhovanor looked at the trap more and more with disgust. If it were truly used to hunt Halflings, he wanted no part of it. he knelt next to the trap, examined it, and pulled a few parts apart from it. The trap was beyond repair now. "The halflings are smart to exclude themselves... a lot of dark and cruel people who would pay to see these creatures make a fool of themselves." Rhovanor said just as quietly, glaring down at the trap. Then there was movement. Before he could do anything himself the elven woman pushed in to him, and they went in to the trees. They were so close together in the dark, her hands grabbing his shirt. Rhovanor was speechless of this situation, but also he had to stay quiet to listen to their new guests.... Maybe they were there to check on the trap... Or they were looking for the High King... "We should go back... It is almost sunset." Rhovanor said quietly in to her ear, keeping his dark green eyes scanning the area. He wasn't afraid of the people around. He simply didn't want to cause trouble so close to a peaceful town.