[color=ed1c24]"Hmph,"[/color] the elf remarks before closing his tomes, still keeping his sword drawn. [color=ed1c24]"You were on the right track, mate, but you were off by just a hair or two... thousand."

"What do you truly mean by powerful warriors, mate? A paladin with a temper? A skeleton too dumb to realize he can't drink? Oh! That goblin who hasn't been helpful? Sure, you have the girl and the werebear, but they're a pairing anyhow, so once one of them is gone... well... sucks for them, I guess."

"I wasn't meant t'kill ya', oh no. Yashar himself wanted that luxury. Unfortunately for him, my pay rates go higher n' higher as I'm hired, so keepin' ya' alive is in my best interest... for now."[/color] The elf takes a pause before continuing, as if he's stalling.

[color=ed1c24]"I'm just stallin' fer' time, now. Yashar gave me enough men to surround the forest and then some. Yer' friends are bein' capped as we speak. I suggest gettin' to them."[/color] The elf pauses again as he turns around, his sword sheathed.

[color=ed1c24]"The name's Westley Stride, mate. Next time, this won't be so great for ya'."[/color]

And with that, Stride walks off towards the burning house you fled from.