Arufi looked away as the old human shook her hands.

"H... hey, it's only because they're kids," she protested, very careful not to look directly at him. Jeez, this was kind of embarrassing. "A-and it's a one time offer!"

With that, the Masalan had already headed off. And so Arufi was quick to follow her, hoping, silently, that the other girl was less of an idiot then she looked.

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Arufi couldn't exactly deny that her knowledge of these parts where... flimsy. She was more used to the further south regions, though she had spent little time in the desert homes of her people. As a result, her knowledge of Crystal Mountain extended to 'elves were here once' and that was about it. Her knowledge of skeletons, however, was rather more robust. At least in terms of what would actually be effective against them. Her bow was not counting among these things, unless she could hit places that would knock them apart. Which, frankly, was unlikely even with Arufi's faith in her archery skills.

"I'm more concerned about how they're on their feet and walking," the nem commented with a sigh. Really? The Masalan was more worried about the state of their weaponry? "Unfortunately a bow's not much use against a skeleton, so we'll have to take them out up close. This means we're probably up against a necromancer, so I'm sure it's going to smell just lovely in there."

Jeez, that sword was bright... Arufi placed her hand on the hilt of her own blade and swiftly unsheathed it. It was a rare example of Nem metalworking, something they were not frequently known for doing. Arufi wasn't certain of the specifics, but she guessed much of the work was still done elsewhere and it was only brought to completion by her kind. As proud as she was of other aspects of her race, metalworking wasn't their strongsuit. She couldn't deny that. What was notable was the gentle curves and dots of Nem script on the flat of the blade, running up the side.

"We'll take them out nice and quickly. Their armor looks frail," she added.