Ramona
The elf remained as composed as he had been during their whole exchange. As an experienced hunter, Elisven could recognize many things about an inspected target. This one, however, barely revealed anything. In a sense, the lack thereof was a message enough. Together with his unnatural demeanor, as if he was a marionette rather than a living being, she could conclude one thing for certain - there was something unusual about this elf. His eyes looked into hers intently as she explained. Occasionally they'd drop towards her lips, following their motion, and then even lower - around her neck.

Her sharp nose picked up a scent that gradually spread across the area. The air about it was chilly, yet not enough to be considered more than a refreshing tease. What stood out was its aroma - the flavor that of sweet lavender. The perfume had a magical effect - it soothed those around the stranger, calmed them and helped them consider him trustworthy. The impact of the ability wasn't sudden, for it did not try to invade the body. Instead, it was a subtle massage, one that would influence the individual before they could even realize. Judging by the passivity of the ability, the wood elf could conclude it was not used intentionally.

As she fires her shot, his eyes zoom towards the arrow. They track it with promptly reactions, before finding it pierced through the bag to hold it in place. They return to her as she gives her explanation. The corners of his lips curve upwards faintly, offering a satisfied smirk. *"You consider all that hinder your precious nature enemies, but you are willing to give someone different the benefit of doubt."* His eyes flare in a violet light. *"It appears that the principle of good looks eclipsing intelligence is not always the case."* He declared in a tone of pleasant surprise as his head tilted slightly.

*"Ah, where are my manners."* The mysterious figure bowed his head. *"I am Lucien, madam of Ombu."* He gazed up again. *"I have a level of respect for your kind, for someone precious to me is of your kin. And yes, you assume correctly. I belong to the steppe, although I do not originate from the Khanate. All that matters naught, for I am different than what I used to be."* Lucien paused, looking at the woman as intensely as before. He raised his lip gently, two long fangs protruding from his mouth. His tongue traversed them slowly, gesturing her focus towards them. During the whole time he didn't break eye contact. He closed his mouth again and offered a lopsided smile. *"In a sense, I am like you. You define one your enemy based on your ideals instead of neglectful prejudice."*

With a muffled grunt he pushed himself up. *"I can respect that."* The vampire approached the riverbank and yanked the arrow out of the mud's grasp. After retrieving it and the bag, he finally neared her. He outstretched his pale hand calmly, offering her projectile back. The bag was gone, most probably hidden under his cloak. While his frigid presence was still present, perhaps the lavender aroma and kind act stimulated the other hunter to lower her guard.
Jaime
The man's ambitions were noble and his ideals grand, but despite her supposed lack of prejudice, she still took a deft step back when he revealed his fangs, an almost undetectable brief second of surprise written across her face. Her hand twitched towards her quiver before coming rest on the shoulder again as she takes a sharp breath, watching him with far more alarmed movements in her gaze. It's not personal and the wood elf means no insult, but she'd not be caught lacking around a predator - else she really would be caught dead.

Elisven had already caught him eyeing her up, for a start. His bizarre justifications seems to click. Now the unnatural scent in the air and his lack of weaponry all slipped into their rightful place. He needed no sword when he was gifted with such predatorial instincts and the ability to sap life so easily. He was a natural hunter of sentience. Her voice reads no more notice of surprise, still sounding rather calm in tone as she answers him. She knows a hunter strikes if it sees its prey panicked. "Say, Lucien, why does the wolf speak with the lamb?" 

As he nears her, she raises a few fingers off her bow as a gesture for him to stop before he nears too close, moving her other hand from her shoulder as she gestures for him to throw her arrow back. He guard won't be lowered until she finds his intent. She can search reasonings for his presence, but she still fears that possibility that this predator's hunt is yet to be finished.
Ramona
Despite her best attempts, Lucien noticed the slight shift of demeanor. She acted composed almost flawlessly, yet the vampire had seen all sorts of reactions upon others learning of his curse. He didn't comment anything about it and continued what he was prior up to. He sauntered towards the riverbank and back nonchalantly, his aroma having spread even further due to the faint breeze. He indeed resembled a predator - one that took his time with his actions, as he seemed to not fear any kind of external threat. As she signaled for him to stop, he made another step or two before doing so.

He froze as she asked her question. His brows furrowed inwards before he arched them, failing to hold back a chuckle. The elf tilted his head and inspected her once more, meticulously so. *"Why does the wolf speak with the lamb?"* He tossed the arrow after repeating her inquiry. Lucien remained in the same position, standing upright and maintaining eye contact. *"There are various reasons for one to do so. You see, you were never my target in the first place."* One of his hands sprung out, holding onto the edge of his cloak. He revealed a part of his gambeson and a few flasks that were clipped to his belt.

They were full of a red liquid she needed no confirmation to know the essence of. *"I'm in no need."* He dropped his cape again. *"I have finished my hunt already - as you see it was successful. Everything went by plan, so now I am in a good mood. Someone like you should know the feeling."* Lucien paused for a moment and gave her a once over with a teasing smirk. *"So I figured talking with the beautiful newcomer wouldn't be too bad."*
Jaime
Elisven nodded as she lowered her fingers, raising her head to scrutinise him further with her eyes peering down. She tilted her head left and right to get slightly different angles before nodding her head. Her voice still remained relatively calm as she lowered her head back to it's usual, pretty position. "So be it, hunter of hunters. You have satisfied me." She lowers her bow slightly as she pulls her left foot back, standing far more front-on. 

For the first moment in a while, her head swivels to glance around them for a moment before glancing back at him. Her roughened hand quickly swipes the air as she snatches her arrow back. She speaks with more of a casual demeanor, but her attitude is slightly abrasive as she looks to inspect her arrow. "I am flattered, really, but expect no reciprocity. I choose not to open up and gossip with strangers, yet you are an exception for we are similar."

The wood elf's arrow was muddy. She'll solve that later, slowly moving it to her quiver and placing it arrow-head up as she looked back to him. Elisven was a woman of few words generally, but she would not miss this opportunity. It is rare to meet or face such a being, especially in a place like this, without risk of death or danger. While the sunlight was still around and the birds were chirping, she felt it was only right to seize the opportunity. 

Her voice was more questioning as she spoke again. "Say, you are an instinctual hunter of humanity. You must know things others may not." Her tone is almost sarcastic, though it's hard to tell if it's intentional, peaking on pleasant. "Since you are in such a pleasant mood, perhaps we can come to some kind of..." She waves her right hand slightly as she continues. "Hunter's pact, hmm?"

She looked to his right before looking back to him, talking again. "After all, you have yourself your reserves here and you must obtain them from somewhere. I think we can make a small arrangement, provided I can make use of you."