The Syndarean’s reaction was one he could have seen a mile away. They deserved to be treated as such, as they brought down the Kingdom of Ellahur with the help of the Dark Emperor in his time of glory. Why would he have any respect for those who are the cause of why he has to hide the fact that he has the magic of the Makers? None. There was nothing that would convince him that any kind of good person could come from a region of traitorous bastards. He thought that nothing could convince him otherwise and it certainly wouldn’t be a bunch of teenage idiots that would convince him. Even to this day, it is said they practice their magic religiously. Was Vordan jealous? Absolutely. He would have given anything to have that freedom to use magic. But he couldn’t.

He would have simply gotten to his feet and walked away to the carts, not wanting to hear the stories of the other people in a sour mood, but ti seemed that he didn’t have the time to do so. The Aavikanian had expressed something he was even surprised to hear. So he had participated in the war… And forgave this kingdom that had attacked their deserts? Unbelievable. What was going through his mind? Was it a lie? Elrithos didn’t seem to be one of lies… Aavikanians in general, by the stories he heard, were not ones to lie very much. So he would forgive them? Well, wasn’t that interesting…

The bashing back did not stop there, as the young red-haired man put his grain of salt in the matter… But his words were not very well taken compared to those of the older, wiser desert elf. Was he really saying that if he didn’t like the group of people gathered, he should leave? How stupid was the young guy? He was in no way possible going to drop down this chance for some Syndarean bastards. He remained fixed on the young man as he told his story… It took a lot for the mercenary to not laugh at this whole ordeal. A Prince? Really? From the other continent? Son of an upcoming Dark Emperor? How ridiculous did his whole story sound…? Simply astounded by the bullshit he was hearing. How did the red-headed warrior have any credibility now? He could talk back, but really, how could he take anything this guy says from now on?

He shook his head with this smile on his face, whispering to himself.[b] [i]“Unbelievable bullshit… Simply unbelievable.”[/i] [/b]He really didn’t want to hear any more from that guy, having lost any kind of respect or even recognition from his part. He simply waited for the next two to present themselves, ignoring completely his last words. What kind of advice can a delusional young man give to someone? None. The man that had arrived with the child elf had started speaking, and already, he was appreciating the moment a little more. These were simple people, those who had their minds straight. Even the girl was saying things that were much more down to earth than Tirian. And she asked the most important question of the moment. Where was their first stop? Perfect, he wanted to hear this.

Traveling through these woods was dangerous yes, but not if you were well prepared. There was nothing that would cause an inconvenience to the mercenary and so, he rose up to his feet as he grabbed his gear and strap his bag back to his back and went towards the carts. [b]“Alright then, let’s not waste any more time here.” [/b]

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The tall man didn’t seem to be greatly bothered by the response Elrithos had given to him, which meant he wasn’t a lost soul who would hold a grudge forever. He could have boldly responded back, saying that they were still bastards and didn’t deserve to be anywhere near other civilization, but he didn’t. It seemed to be quite easy for the human race to hold a grudge on those who have wronged you or simply those who one does not like. It was something he still had a hard time to grasp, as human mentality was so different from those of the Aavikanians. Not that they lived a wrong life, absolutely not. But it seems that they had ways of thinking that would come in contradiction with how the deserts had raised the elves. It was always interesting to see the different human cultures. So different and diversified.

The next to put his input was the man in who he had seen war and death in his eyes. He also came to the defense of the young twins, explaining in a way that was, in itself, very true. If you could not spare the blade to the one on your side, you will be creating a certain danger. Although… One needed to put out their anger and frustration to be able to move on. It is not something awful to hate for something that has happened. It is simply that it was in their past, by their ancestry. Times and people have changed and it would do nothing to keep this hatred. This confrontation would come again, and hopefully, time would resolve this feud.

Next came the man’s presentation. Elrithos, oddly, was almost having the same reaction as Vordan, although it was a lot less obvious from his expressions. He looked towards him, curious to hear what his story was… It was a little… Particular. His story seemed too farfetched, but was it a lie? He doubted it, as he did not even hesitate to express himself on it. If the story was true, what was he doing on this continent than? A question that was a lot more important than others realized. Son of a King… An evil king by the sounds of it. A runaway? Quite a strong possibility, be he couldn’t be sure right away. Elrithos would be quite curious to know the extent of his story.

Tirian then added one more comment, one that was not needed in something like this. Yes, it was a good thing to be straight and honest, but speaking in such a way when it was already a tense situation. Elrithos wouldn’t add anymore on top, knowing that the situation was going to slip by anyway. And so, the last two presented themselves more thoroughly. Traveling musicians is what it sounded like. That actually made the elf smile, as it would mean that they would have a little bit of entertainment for the road, which would ease his mind. It was actually something he always sought for when traveling, a musician. They kept his sanity in check by the boredom of the road. A great asset that not many travelers know about. The little one said to have known nothing of the Dark Emperor. Thank the Sun for that. No one her age should know the stories.

With the path now shown and shared with everyone, Elrtihos rose to his feet and went off to gather his weapons. He then turned and put two fingers in his mouth to whistle an odd little chant, almost like birds chirping. It didn’t take long that a white horse showed itself, dragging along riding equipment. This raised a gentle smile on the elven man’s face again as he started putting up the saddle and preparing for the departure.