The elven duo had been a bit surprised that the majority, if not all, of that elves that had decided to take the caravan had decided to follow them, as if they were the unspoken leaders of their race in this dangerous journey. Mildor took up the responsibility the best he could, using their heritage to his advantage. He would often send scouts up ahead and have them return to relay information before the group would head forth, elves having a knack for being quick and silent, observant and intelligent.

Aegnith had preferred to let her brother become the unspoken leader of their small race group within the much larger in order to seek vengeance against the chaos that reigned. She stuck with the crowd, almost becoming a phantom within her own rankings.

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Mildor was walking alongside his sister now, having been waiting for Sargom to say something regarding the future pathway, and if it would be wise to send out some scouts to look out what was ahead before they'd proceed. His long, pointed ears would lightly twitch when one would speak to him, and he'd turn his head to that who had been crying a lot as of late. It had come to his attention that amongst the causalities, he had lost someone. "Yes, it is." He tilted his head a bit. "And yours is? I apologize. I'm not very social."