Rohaan snorted derisively. "Wouldn't put it past you. And anyway, I haven't lived as long as I have in absolute reckless defiance of the law because I trusted powerful men to keep their word, or to not try and screw me at every turn. A man like me has to expect it or find himself an ornament of the gallows." 

At Karl's flippant remark about him being Rohaan's only friend among men, he laughed with the kind of confidence earned with secret knowledge. "You like to pretend you know much, Valdemar, and in some things that might hold true. But not when it comes to me. There's a lot you don't know. And only a fool would underestimate me." As surprising as it might be, Rohaan had very few nonhuman friends of note. Allies, maybe. People that had earned the use of his second name, but were not trusty enough to be truly called his friends. Ironically, the only people still alive that were privileged the use of his first name, Rheoaan, were humans. Berlin was one of them, and his daughter Kirra was the other. Berlin had become something like a father to him, and therefore Kirra was considered his sister in all but blood. They were all the family he had left. 

Rohaan gave a sour, mock-offended frown at Ash, but it melted away into a wily grin. "Don't you worry about me keeping up. I take care of myself just fine." And that was true enough. But it did not need to be expressly mentioned that the shape of his being, and therefore his ability to use speed, scent, hearing, and strength to his advantage, were all very flexible. 

"Aye, we're resistant. And anyway, illusion magic is more or less sorta what we do. Not the same, maybe, but still we're experts at spotting illusions and physical deceptions, magical or otherwise." He looked to Ash. "That means though, if I tell you something, and your eyes tell you something else, you have to trust me. Deal?"

Rohaan turned back to Valdemar. "Well, as much as I'd love chatting with you all day, Valdemar, it seems I've got a job to do. Tell my dear sweet Captain we'll be seeing each other soon enough, I'm sure he'll be [I]overjoyed,[/I]" he said, voice blazing with sarcasm. He stood, stretching a little, and he began checking a few of the leather pouches on his bandolier as if making sure he was stocked for a journey. Whatever he kept in there, he was apparently satisfied, because he nodded once to himself and said to Ash, "Ready when you are, then."