Vauldis' interest in the new arrivals was incredibly low, amusing himself by creating small shadow balls in his hands and attempting to shape them. His efforts were in vain as the balls seemed to move back to their original shape soon after being moulded. 
The lycan immediately stopped after noticing the elf approach. Dissipating the dark spheres, he grinned and approached the elf [color=ed1c24]"An elf?"[/color] Noticing her glowing weaponry he faltered for a moment before his toothy grin returned [color=ed1c24]"A priestess no less,aren't you a little far from your temple?"[/color] While Vauldis had no personal experience with the elves, stories and legends of them and their werewolf slaying weapons were still told among the tribes to this day. However the weapon seemed to shine a little to much, after all, he wasn't a true werewolf [color=ed1c24][i] Perhaps their weapons have  became more sensitive over time.. [/i][/color] The lycan then turned to Malakaus , he inspected him for a moment before turning back to the elf, waiting for a response.