*Mergoux glares at Lecter, not quite sure if he's kidding or not*
Mergoux: My mother was a Meadow Elf, there are Wood-Elves, but as far as I know, there aren't any elves who make houses out of tress, or houses in trees. What ever your stories are, they're wrong.
*She jams her helmet back onto her head and stands up*
Mergoux: I'm going to bed. If you want, we can talk about hunting the slaver in the morning. 
*She walks off without so much as a "goodnight"*


*Silvan's body is gone*


*After a of explaining and answering questions Iris yawns sleepily*
Iris: Hm... I should probably get some rest.. Goodnight Jillian!
*She waves cheerily, gently lifts Hanna up and places the girl in her room before going to join Horus in her own room*