"I didn't say you..." Thaliar began, but he stopped himself. What was the point really? He knew that Kamri had looked up to Zula ever since she was accepted into The Wood Guards, and that she...handling of his death was less than ideal. So he knew why she snapped back at him like that, and nothing he said could change her mind. Not that he didn't allow the looting. This was war after all. 

The elf, his long blonde hair tied in a knot behind him appearing silvery-like in the night, sighed quietly and instead turned his attention towards Dane, Kan and the prisoner they had brought. Compared to Kan, Dane was the experienced veteran with more respect than fear. And while Rook didn't react favourably to the prisoner slung over his shoulder, Thaliar knew where Dane was going with this. 

"Maybe later, but first, we need information..." Thaliar said to the group, talking obviously loud so that the unfortunate soldier of Lord Octa could hear him clear. Thaliar's brown eyes were locked on the prisoner, and slowly they began to change colour; the brown changed into a darker shade of green, then to light green and to the point where his eyes actually glowed in the dark. "And that, without our little guest knowing our base."

The elf's hand touched Edwin's forehead, a green light flowing directly into his eyesockets. Was it painful? Thaliar didn't really know, he only felt a stinging, yet satisfying feeling whenever he let the magic go free. But what was it that he did? To put it lightly, he made sure Edwin wouldn't wake up until Thaliar told him to. Edwin's vision would go green, and then all black in an instant. With Edwin unconscious, Thaliar turned to the others again, the green glow now fading back into his normal brown. "Don't worry, he's not dead; We'll get our information. Now let's get moving, who knows when Lord Octa's men will return."