Kili would nod in return to his brother’s evident disagreement, and would draw an arrow from his quiver, preparing his bow for use. He fixed his eyes upon the cloaked tall-elf looking woman, though he would aim more to the strange figure, the armored man in the window. He readied his string when he would hear the growl of something near by. It would only alert his senses more, and the dwarf would prepare for combat. 
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Tajjus remained stone still, like a statue, as he would listen to the elf’s reply. 
	“Why is it that greed is stereotyped as a man’s cause for hunt?” Tajjus asked in return to her question, without a yielding voice either. Tajjus’s hollow helmet eye pieces would only provide the emptiness of their miniature abysses, as he continued to stand his ground. His eyes would flicker from location to location as he saw movement out of the corner of his eye—two small ones were kneeling, seeming to ready themselves for the coming conflict. His and this she-elf’s words were but the calm before the storm. It was a quietness that was filled with both warning and knowledge. A fight would transpire, and both sides were wise enough to be prepared for it. 
	Tajjus’s head had remained locked in its forward position. Until he heard a deep growl behind him. Tajjus would mentally prepare himself for very quick movement on a milli-seconds notice, a knife slipping it’s way from his gauntlet into his hand ever so subtly. 
	“I lost my place a while ago, similar to the person I am looking for. It is not a question of where my place is, it is a question of who is the beast in this scenario; an elf with horns, or the creature who growls behind me.” Tajjus answered with a small coldness added into his voice. The knife in his servo was coated with a poison that was capable of knocking dizzying its victims. Lethally poisoned weaponry had yet to be equipped. He had been holding still, and was a fast thinker on his feet. Already, if a fight were to occur, Tajjus had one advantage: this elf was providing him plenty of time to think and notice things. 

	“I am a seeker as of now though. I do not leave until I know what I look for is not here.” His quiet voice would hold no mockery or resentment, yet, some how it challenged those who kept their weapons trained on him, though some might receive these words as a warning as well.