Fariha silently watched the dwarf as he limped up the stairs towards the deceased king. He seemed a lot younger than the royal, but it was always hard to tell when it came to dwarves, their thick beards and wrinkled skin were all the same to her. The elf frowned slightly as the young dwarf wept for the dead king, his words echoed around her making her realised that this was the Dwarven king's son. The prince, if lack of a more suitable term. It seemed strange to her that someone could simply crown themselves right after a large conflict, however politics weren't her strong suit.

His exclamation was filled with passion, and hatred. She felt sympathy for the Dwarves, but she couldn't possibly understand what it's like for them. The loss of many kinsman.. family.. The young elf began to think of the kind of dance she will perform for their spirits.

However, such thoughts were for another time. Their duty was not yet completed; this piece of history had not been fully retold. She stood up to meet the new Dwarven king. The screaming bell caused her to flinch as a sharp pain stabbed into her ear. The woes of sensitive hearing. She leant down to bring the Dwarf back to his feet, [color=a2d39c]"There's no need to bow to me, I'm just a traveler."[/color] She responded with a smile. 

The quiver of arrows that was given to her were packed full of mithril tipped shafts. The quiver was quite heavy, meaning that it would weigh her down significantly if she was to take all of them. The huntress removed half the arrows from the quiver, handing it back to the aid. [color=a2d39c]"I mean no disrespect, but my mobility is of upmost importance to me. I can't accept so many arrows."[/color] She explained, clipping the quiver to her belt.

[color=a2d39c]"I will aid you."[/color] The elf said simply before turning away. She made her way toward the hole that everyone else went through, surely it was a single path. The skaven couldn't possibly make an elaborate network for an ambush.

Her eyes adjusted to the low-light, allowing her to see more clearly than most in this kind of environment. Further down the tunnel, she hear steps.. running. A figure in a dress ran right towards her, she realised who it was within moments. Marianne. Fariha firmly grabbed the girl by the shoulders, her grip releasing gently as the mage stopped her forward movement. [color=a2d39c]"Mari, are you alright? Why aren't you with the others?"[/color] She asked, feeling somewhat concerned. Siph and Sylvia should've been up ahead, so it was relatively odd that the girl would run away from such powerful allies. Marianne.. was shaking. The elf had never met someone filled with such fear before. Poor girl.

Taking Marianne by the hand, Fariha lead her back through the tunnel toward Siph, [color=a2d39c]"Everything will be fine. We need to catch with the others and silence the bell."[/color] Fariha hoped that her confident statement would calm the girl down. Of course, even she had her own doubts, but an Alrotharen huntress should never back down from a challenge.

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[@Hammerman]