Richard
"Lathians just *Love* Their magic, don't they?" He quipped with a bitter chuckle. "Doesn't sound like the wisest option to me, rushing head-first into a group of mages. There is a thing tribefolk name 'honour' and keep simpering over, but I much prefer the option of staying alive; mages can be quite averse to a blade in the dark.

Clawed fingertips grazed one another, subtle flickers of sparks resonating from the intricate runes carved within. Sharp as talons they were, each armoured finger a lethal dagger in itself awaiting to rake flesh and bone. "It is not about who I fight for, but what I fight *Against*," The beast retorted. "The Lathians, their allies, everything they stand for; those are my enemies. If you don't affiliate yourself to them, I have no cause to see you dead." 

He spoke bluntly, still disdainful for the simple fact Terral was an elf, perhaps, even if he *Tried* Containing that scorn. "You can move on your path; this meeting never happened if anyone asks- *Especially* An elf." His gaze narrowed at the last word, pitch-black sclera showing around his red eyes. "I shall have your word on that- least I hope the word of steppe folk matters for *Something*- though I would still advice you make less noise next time you venture across *My* Hunting grounds."
Christopher
"Yes, I'm often reminded of that everytime I see one."*He'd say in agreement to the Canifor. The Elf probably couldn't name a single time he really caught an Elf that didn't prefer magic, though he supposed most simply grew up with it. With Ashnard speaking about a thing of honor often being preferred with him liking to keep alive instead, a thought crossed his mind of him being a 'tactical coward' in battle.

If not for how pressed he was in potentially attacking him, he'd almost consider the Canifor afraid of elves which he supposed would have been understandable considering their history.*"Mages may have all this power, but they're too dependent on their magic. The moment they run out of their ability to cast, they're completely vulnerable."*He'd say, noting the weaknesses he had witnessed in battle.*"Only a matter of who can last the longest until then."

*Being given permission to continue on his path, the Elf would give a hidden roll of his eyes towards the inconvenience.*"Take it as a word from a pig then if elves are so hard to trust."*He'd say.*"I'm sure you'd believe what the former says more anyways."*The Elf would tug on the lead of his horse to continue on down the path, only glancing back as a question pressed his mind.*"By the way... If you're so against the elves, why would you make your hunting grounds so close to a Capitol full of them? Seems a bit counterintuitive."
Richard
"Funny thing about practitioners of sorcery," The beast lowered his tone and leaned forward with a smirk, "Is that being able to fire off a few flares and bolts makes them fancy themselves as gods. As if Silnari did not have enough of a superiority complex already." His nostrils flared with scorn and his left wrist flicked. Faster than most could see, a fan of razor-sharp, hiltless daggers lashed out from his fingertips. They plunged at a nearby trunk, precise as arrows. Ashnard smirked at the demonstration. 

"Always preferred steel, myself. Few things can compare to the satisfaction of reminding pompous mages of their mortality; though it is a little too late once their blood and guts begin to spill. They even make the job easier by spurning armour in favour of robes as inflated as their egos. Quite generous of them, don't you think?" He raised a brow alongside his ears, revealing another fan of daggers in his off-hand. Turns out his armoured shell hid more blades than anyone could expect at first glance.

"You've got the right of it, I'd take a squealing pig over a prattling elf any day. *That* Is the only reason hunting around these parts is counterproductive. I've got eyes and ears everywhere in Silnaria in case their prattling reveals anything of use; the elves never shut up for long enough to listen. I am right where I need to be."
Christopher
"Definitely made my job easier..."*Terrel would mutter in response to Ashnard bringing up how Elves typically lacked armor for robes. He supposed he was also guilty of it with the robe he wore, but even he knew the benefit of wearing armor beneath it. Terrel tried to picture having to fight a bunch of Elves covered head to toe and armor and that alone felt like an exhausting idea giving the circumstances he was already in with having to fight them.

He'd watch the Canifor show off his weaponry, daggers seemingly plunging out of nowhere before digging themselves in the bark of the tree. Ashnard really did walk around prepared didn't he? With all the hidden weaponry he had, one would have assumed he simply fought tooth and nail against someone and, for that Terrel couldn't help but feel a bit impressed. He at least seemed to know what he was doing out here and any unfortunate passerby would most likely find themselves biting off more than they could chew with this one.* 

"So you spend all your time hunting and eavesdropping on Elves out here?"*He'd question, holding back a bit of suppressed laughter at the thought of someone just hanging around to ambush travelers and listen to the latest gossip. He was trying to gather intel, but for what exactly?*"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were plotting against them. Then again, I suppose I'm merely a pig now and what do we know?"*The Elf would finish in a more sly tone with Ashnard saying he'd listen to a pig more than an Elf.*