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[color=cyan]Time:[/color]  Afternoon
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Forests near River Port
[color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] Zephyrin[@Howlsofwinter], Kenia[@Tae], Arwen?[@princess] [/center]

Bowyn nodded, satisfied that Kenia accepted his terms. Unlike those they had already left behind, both Zephyrin and Arwen did not seem more than capable of handling the dangers of the forests. They needed watched over, needed help, and if they were to become useful members of the rebellion, then they also needed to feel a part of this group. Bowyn would need to trust them, at least a little, if he wanted them to trust them him, and the rest of the rebellion as well. He wondered if this was the reason for Kenia’s apology, it seemed unnecessary for her to apologize for actions that while cold, were entirely practical. 

[color=cyan]“Hope you’re not going soft on us now elf, and no need to apologize for grief, that I can understand.”[/color] He said with a partial smile and continued walking, lunchtime had lasted long enough. Bowyn thought cold and practical seemed the better way to be during a dangerous rebellion, but when not alone it was far more difficult to maintain. He already knew he wouldn’t be completely logical when it came to the humans he’d already befriended. It was also clear that to gain any trust from Zephyrin and Arwen, that a cold approach wasn’t working. Arwen was still keeping the fact that she was human a poorly guarded secret. Zephyrin still maintained that she only cared about adventure and food, and he highly doubted that was the case. He turned to address both Arwen and Zephyrin before he spoke again. 

[color=cyan]“Maybe Kenia’s right though, I have been cold as well. I only wish for us to make it to our destination safely, and these are dangerous times. But to expect trust sometimes means to give it in return. I will not abandon you to the forest for anything short of outright betrayal. For Elthrael it is an inconvenience, for you two, a likely death sentence. If you have questions, or misgivings, air them now. I will answer honestly, I’ll even swear on my flower crown.”[/color]

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

Valok did not get the reaction he expected, there were no shared scar stories, or exaggerated tales of battle from this group. He shook his head at their sentiments, this was not a sad story, it was one of his proudest memories. Survival in battle was the payoff from years of training and hardwork, and in Daka, survival was an achievement. He had noticed the forests here were much more welcoming than any in Daka were, and perhaps it took less to survive away from Daka. Even so, they must train soldiers here as well, did they simply not train as hard as his people did? Malachi certainly showed the kind of traits he respected in a commander, albeit in ways far different from those he was used to. To simply wipe dirt from the demon Myra, as if the creature was a pet, must take balls of iron, and he showed no fear that he might lose that hand as he did so. 

[color=cadetblue]“Young, yes, but trained and prepared enough. Only the strong survive Daka. Myra must be strong too, to survive the forests there.”[/color] Valok said responding first to Malachi and then bowing his head at Myra, before holding up a fist and smacking it against his chest with a grin. He continued walking as both Malachi and Mathias had suggested, no use in standing idly around when walking and talking was just as easy. He thought more on what Mathias had said and he felt that other than Myra, the others here had little idea what it was truly like to live on Daka. While there were certainly those on Azmor who had an easier time, that ease of life was partially owed to Aklenroth. Many of his people felt they owed The Great King a debt, a debt paid for with well trained soldiers, soldiers willing to sacrifice an easy life for the betterment of all dark elves. Valok had always believed this, until recently he had seen no better way presented. 

[color=cadetblue]”We were banished to the north, not by Aklenroth, but by the older and long gone leaders. Daka is not a soft place, and to survive the north as long as my kind have, takes sacrifice. If you hinge a rebellion upon hatred of Aklenroth alone, most dark elves will only fight back harder. Dark elves feel we owe him a great debt, and so we offer him soldiers. To my people he is the only leader who has shown us kindness, through him we have done better. I can see it has not been the same for others, but hate will not make this world better, and it has only made my kind worse.”[/color] He added, choosing his words carefully, not wanting Malachi or Belladonna to think he blamed all light elves for the banishment.