Turning his head, Al found new people staring at them. Elves, huh. How perfectly uninteresting yet again, but introductions apparently seemed to be of great import. Al didn't know the abilities of any of these people -people being a word he used loosely internally at the moment- nor their personalities. So for now he'd respectively keep to himself for the most part. A name however, he didn't mind disclosing. [color=39b54a]"Alcatraz. Shapeshifter,"[/color] he said, eyes sliding from one elf to the other. [color=39b54a]"Why ignore him if he might have a point? I don't mind a good ol' fashioned beat-down," [/color]he chuckled, turning away from the people and snickering to himself, fingers dancing over his forearms. [color=39b54a]"But like I proposed,"[/color] Al said, looking to the red-headed woman. [color=39b54a]"I'll scout out the place so we don't run into a trap of some kind. It'd a uh..heh, be a right shame if one of our own were to get decapitated,"[/color] Al smirked as he repeated the suggestion, the familiar painful tingle of a shift already crawling up his spine. Not being in control was frustrating, but Al would be fine as long as they got to the action soon. The itch would subside.