Rohaan saw something in Ash's eyes that he recognized. The blaze of them, the absolute certainty, the force of will. Yes, he knew it. He'd felt the same thing, or something quite similar, when he was twelve. They'd made port after an especially long stint out at sea, and since the local tavern was crowded and busy and no one would notice a quiet individual, Berlin let him sit openly with the rest of the crew and the company down in the pub instead of hiding in some small animal form on or around Berlin's person. He'd given himself a form with shaggy hair that obscured his eyes and sat in the corner of their little table, nursing a small weak beer. But then he'd seen a man walk in, one that Rohaan instantly recognized despite never having known the details of his facial features, not in any way that could be expressed in words. When he saw him, he just knew. Rohaan nearly torched the tavern in his fear and anger, but instead Berlin sensed his mood and pressed him for details. When Rohaan explained who the man was, and what he'd done to him not that many years ago, Berlin coolly stated that they would wait, they would follow the man after he left, and pursue him to some dark alley where he might take a drunken piss. They did. And it was one of the few times Berlin did not make any effort to hold Rohaan back. 

He saw that same murderous fire in Ash. The thirst for violent justice. And as if for the first time he really considered exactly what she stood to lose by Thoburas being there. For all he knew, the people she loved were probably already gone. But if they had any chance of saving them, they'd need to move swiftly and decisively. He would help her. And he would see this elf dead. 

The connection severed, and Rohaan released a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. It was good to be rid of him. The man irritated him deeply, in the way that bits of corn between the teeth were annoying and frustrating. But seeing Ash's unrestrained reaction was like a breath of cool air after being shut in a stuffy room. He actually laughed, an honest laugh. "Where's the fun in that?" He smiled and said, "I'll make no promises." He followed after her, his long legs easily keeping pace. "So I've got an idea. Unless I can slither in there as a venomous snake and bite his ankle and have done with it all, or just burn him to a crisp, then I suggest we throw a diversion at him. You seem handy with a knife. I'll go in and engage, you know, maybe try to rip out his throat if I can. But while I've got him occupied, you sneak in and stab the sonovabitch. If that goes awry and he turns and starts to attack you, then I will bite him." That last bit had a sinister note, a grim relish. "Seems simple enough, yeah?"