Elrithos was early to rise yet again, as he has always done so far. The desert elf was conditioned for this kind for thing and it showed in his early morning actions. Quick training and warm-up, followed by a little bit of peaceful meditation. He was always ready for whatever was to come from his day… All this and still be able to hold a gentle smile or serene expression. The Aavikkanians were one of a kind for that, Elrithos being a prime example of it. Vordan’s rising from his slumber was almost agitated; his eyes shot open and his back straightening almost right away. He almost seemed panicked for a bit, but calm down when his hand touched the book by his side. He had fallen asleep reading, the warmth of the fire having kept him from getting cold. [b]“Thank the Creators…”[/b] He whispered to himself, getting himself up and ready for the day.

Vordan was rummaging through his things when he turned his head towards the sound of some people training. It wasn’t Elrithos or Setna… He was curious and looked towards what was happening. Aaerynn and Tirian were sparring… Or so it seemed. What he saw was more of a dance. It seemed very odd for a moment, taking his attention. He looked at them in wonder, wanting to understand. He then felt a tap in the back. He turned for a second to check.

[b]“Elrithos? You know w-“[/b] Vordan was gonna complete, but the desert elf interrupted him with a gentle voice.

[b]“Quel'Dalanosh, Vordan. It’s an art per say, a dance, a warm-up. Call it what you want, but part of the northern elves use these for various reasons. I know some of the forms, but I couldn’t follow one of a wood elf.”[/b] Elrithos was also admiring the work. He had seen this performed before, when he visited the Northern elves a few years ago. The Southern elves had their own style of it. Vordan looked at the unfolding with a smile.

[b]“It is amazing…”[/b] He simply said, waiting for it to finish. The two stood there and watched until the end. Then came the comment from Lucille, which surprised Elrithos and shocked Vordan. The two of them looked at each other before looking back at the scene. It was something Aaerynn didn’t need to hear and Vordan was almost infuriated by it. Why, in the celestial, would she do that? Elrithos was quite passive about it, though his eyes followed the light haired girl. It intrigued him why she was so cocky about it. He then turned back to Vordan who seemed to want to go confront the girl. Elrithos grabbed his arm.

[b]“Leave it be Vordan… There is no point…. Aaerynn will suffer her Rot for now.”[/b] Elrithos said as he let him go and went to get himself all geared up. Vordan didn’t understand why Elrithos intervened like he did. It was actually surprising coming from the desert elf. He would follow his advice and not intervene with what just happened. Instead, he got himself ready and also rearranged his potions on his belt and the stuff in his bag…He had realized something after that. He mentioned the Rot. He knew something about it?

Elrithos, once geared up, made his way to the carts and started reattaching the weapons. He wouldn’t need anything along the road for now anyway. He had taken notice of Setna training with Tirian in hand to hand combat. It was something Elrithos knew well, but not in the same style, especially not one on one. But it would give the young man some defenses if he found himself unarmed. The only thing was… Elrithos still was worried about that red-haired warrior. He still couldn’t get over what had happened with the bandits. Killed so brutally… He sighed, not wanting to think about it. He watched for a moment and was glad to see the quick progress of the young man. He would become a strong warrior, Elrithos believed it. With that, he went back to getting ready for the day.