Shortly before the crow arrived, Ungimros heard a man in armor fall, some distance away. Other elves may have forgotten how to use their pointed ears, but a Valenwood Boishe like Ungimros hadn't. When Blackbird finally entered the clearing, Ungimros could see and hear surprising composure from the Nord. Briefly, he wondered if someone else had fallen, and wondered if the crow's betrayal had come so soon. It did not seem plausible, but was easy enough to check.

While someone else was busy responding to Blackbird, Ungimros dropped from his maple, landing a few feet from the Altmer, Aenyarin. When he'd landed though, his eyes were on Blackbird, and ultimately to the small, brown lines scattered on his person. Pine needles weren't falling in this season, and being on the ground was how a person accumulated dead ones. Ungimros smirked directly at Blackbird, before turning to the Altmer he'd landed beside.

"Very hospitable, the Nordic people. Isn't that right, friend?" This he asked knowing they two would likely only ever feel enmity towards one another for the length of their association, but that most Nords of this country had it for both of them.