[color=fff79a][b][h3]Baraian Paladice[/h3][/b][/color] [color=fff79a][i]Time: Dawn of the First Day Location: Roshmi City[/i][/color] The dark elf watched and listened to the masked individual with an analyzing kind of stare, as if searching for something. Baraian himself remained still, his hand still around the dagger, the blood dripping on the floor below. It was only when the vulpine decided to try and taunt him, in which the dark elf allowed a soft exhale to escape his lips, the nature of his seemingly opponent becoming abit more clear. [i][color=fff79a]'Honorable. Unbiased. Perceptive. Arrogance. Judgemental. Confidence. Prepared. Cunning.'[/color][/i] The dark elf thought, word after the other as each of those traits were revealing themselves in the masked fan-wielder, at least that was what he could tell for now, from what he'd knew. [b][color=fff79a]"He was a threat, but no more..."[/color][/b] Baraian said in a cold and unfeeling manner, his face stern, his dagger pointing to the dead human. [b][color=fff79a]"Your nature is showing me things, masked warrior. I lied. It was not by my hand he died, better not tell the city guards that though. Unless you want to be hunted."[/color][/b] The dark elf paused for a moment. [b][color=fff79a]"The golden death of a king and the haven of an opposing force. If these are things you seek, pick that human up and follow me."[/color][/b] Baraian said, sheathing his bloodied dagger. [b][color=fff79a]"The monetary coin for his death may still help the oppressed ones which at this very moment be awaiting for your arrival, human. Their beacon of light and hope for a better future. Bring him won't you? Let his death not be wasted."[/color][/b] There was no overbearing sense of joy from the dark elf, who kept a straight face, he turned fully towards the masked individual and began to slowly step forwards towards the doorway. [b][color=fff79a]"Strike me down and you'll never be free, not of that memory or the lich, neither will you know of what I am about to show you."[/color][/b] The dark elf breathed out softly, as if struck by sudden boredom or a headache. The three individuals seemed to indeed be people who were opposing Aklenroth, if not directly then indirectly. That was all he needed to know right now, it had been fortunate indeed that he had been able to locate them, but even more so the human who was still alive under that hood. [b][color=fff79a]"To an old forgotten temple, built by those whose prayers were long unheard, kept by those with the dream."[/color][/b] He eyed Kuroi as he tried to pass him by, breathing out softly through his nose, his white coat spreading slightly as he did. All he had to do now was to wait to see what they would chose to do.