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[color=cadetblue]Time:[/color] Morning
[color=cadetblue]Location:[/color] Forests north of Roshmi City
[color=cadetblue]Interactions:[/color]  Malachi[@princess], Belle[@Potter], Myra[@13org] O’ner [@Eviledd1984][/center]

Valok noted the way the female hid behind the male light elf, and he decided that the golden haired elf was indeed the leader of the group. He could tell she was cautious, his presence made her anxious and he wondered if it was only because he was a dark elf or because they worried he might be a guard from Roshmi. Either way she was not outwardly hostile, and neither was the light elf. Another man joined the group led by the light elf, this one speaking of the spiders, and he seemed to be the most talkative of the group. While the white furred demon that had identified herself as Myra, looked very alert and reminded him of the great predatory beasts that freely roamed Daka. He decided he liked the demon best, it was a familiar presence, something dangerous by design which reminded him of home and it’s body language seemed easily read. 

As the light elf who headed the group finally spoke, he didn’t offer any objections to Valok following along. He did not have to wonder what the reaction would’ve been if his former legion had encountered a lone traveler with the same request. Mockery would’ve been their kindest response. Their seemingly indifferent reception was the friendliest welcome he had received in the south, and it was the probably the best outcome given both what he was and where he came from. The male light elf seemed a suitable enough leader; calm, decisive, and not overly concerned with pleasantries. 

[color=cadetblue]“You are hungry.”[/color] Valok stated as he looked at the female whose stomach had growled. As he kept pace with the group he retrieved a poorly wrapped item from his pocket and unwrapped the cloth around it. Inside were a few bars made of a congealed bone broth, roasted mealworms, and flaxseeds. He broke off a piece of one and ate it to show it was not poisoned before extending his hand and offering to share. It had a texture that was both slimy and crunchy, and while it didn’t taste pleasant it was nutritious. [color=cadetblue]“I am willing to share as a thank you.”[/color] He added, extending the offer to the group. He also hoped that his offer would at least be enough that they would not immediately slit his throat at an opportune moment.