[center][h1][color=754F44]Arendal Nevarth[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
The man seemed rather intrigued by his own sporadic train of thought, but it was proving to be a decent enough distraction for Arendal, so he humored the questions to the best of his ability. 

"[color=754F44]I was born after the war was over. I am young for an elf. Older for a human,[/color]" he answered, eyes still scanning everything. It was unnerving to feel like one was walking around in a tomb. Especially when the air itself seemed off. "[color=754F44]For most of the elves that fought in the war, it is still a bit of an open wound. There is still a lot of resentment for your kind in some respect, though its mainly for the ones who live outside of Aigeovarth. I have heard of the many atrocities though. Many times over.[/color]" Since he was born after the war, he had only really experienced the unity and rebirth that existed, never living through what his parents did. It was not something that was shoved to the side and ignored though. He was not shielded from the bloody truth that came right before his own time. 

A small sound caught his attention from somewhere in the distance. Straining his ears he listened for anything to happen again, but only the sound of their footsteps could be heard. "[color=754F44]As for ghosts... I believe in the possibility.[/color]" Lifting his staff so it no longer clicked as they walked he reduced some of the noise. He knew that he heard something. It could have been anything though. A shifting stone, a rat... Being in dark ruins left a lot of room for imagination.