[h2][center][color=0054a6]Kaathe "Crestfallen" Oolacile[/color][/center][/h2]
[h3][center]Renmer Ship[/center][/h3]

Kaathe sat in his 'prison' just as he had sat in his Dinghy. Apparently, Fate was to be cruel to him once more. He was found by a ship full of his own kind. They had pulled him from his vessel, and stripped him of all but his clothes. His weapons leaned against a wall, and his bags were being looked through. Kaathe found the fools funny. Years ago, something like this would have been punishable by better dark elves. Nowadays these type of things were common.

"[color=0054a6]How far has our people gone to go so far as to rob from their own?[/color]"

"You, who have abandoned your people out of selfishness, have no right to call yourself Renmer."

Kaathe looked to the one that responded to him. The dark elven pirate was rummaging through Kaathe's belongings. Coins, valuables, food, trinkets...The pirate was looking for anything that was of worth. Kaathe merely shook his head at the sight of him.

"It's not really anything personal. We need to bring as much as we can back. Our people are starving. They need this more than you."

What happened next shocked the dark elf. He was expecting Kaathe to at least show a bit of understanding. However, all he heard was a dry and tired chuckle.

"[color=0054a6]So they've fallen that far, hm? How weak have our people become that we cannot farm or hunt for our meals anymore? How foolish is our leader that our people must turn to piracy to survive?[/color]"

The raider gave no vocal response to Kaathe. Rather, he went back to searching through Kaathe's things with a look of anger on his face. Kaathe sighed at the fool's frustration. Ever since the end of the war, Kaathe had kept tabs on the state of his home. The Nalrokar Empire's current state was honestly quite angering. Kaathe hated thinking about his birthplace, as it gave rise to emotions that he had no use for anymore.

"[color=0054a6]How pitiful. My own people have become blind to the truth of things. Without Shi'an, they've become fools and savages. Instead of caring for what's left of Her home, you've left it to attain foreign foods and treasures. Instead of using what She had given to you, you choose to take from others. How ungrateful my people become towards Shi'an.[/color]"

It was then that the dark elf pirate slammed his fist onto a wall, exclaiming,

"You have no right to speak in such a way!"

The dark elf faced Kaathe again with a look of fury.

"You were not there! While you were wandering the lands, we were there as Shi'an fell! The humans-"

"[color=0054a6]Have nothing to do with my words[/color] interrupted Kaathe. "[color=0054a6]You have done nothing but attack others in rage and despair. It's a shame, really. The people that belonged to Shi'an have forsaken her lands in order to 'avenge' her.[/color]"

A silence passed between the two of them. The pirate went back to rummaging through Kaathe's belongings, and Kaathe continued to sit in silence. He had felt that this was a moment where fate would allow him to take the next move. So he sat his 'prison', and waited. He'd find a moment to leave soon enough...