<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">“My people couldn’t save themselves, I wouldn’t exactly call that a great clan.”</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">He winced at her words, but he couldn't dismiss them either. With that kind of thinking, none of the now dead clans of the Elves were great. But could they survive against the relentless march of humanity? No matter how many the Elves had slaughtered, for every elf slain there were a hundred humans stepping up to fight the elves. It had been sickening, really. The amount of death delivered in those last few years had stained the battlefields for centuries to come. With that kind of toil, it was no wonder that the humans hated the elves passionately for having lost so many of their sons and daughters to the blades of the elves. But those few remaining elves left alive felt no less hatred. Their ways of life, entire clans, wiped from existence.</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Forgive my words, Raida but the Inais were great. For you are of them. And, while you live, the Inais remain a great clan."</span></i><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">”Yes my people did share the knowledge but now I carry all of it with me until I take my last breath.”</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Before he could respond, the wolf approached the fire and Ry'kanos smiled. He had had little experience of the wolves of the deep forests but during the war he had seen the fabled Wolf Riders of the Syn'tarha Clans ride out against the Kaldean Armies. The glory and splendor of their charges and melees against the horse soldiers of the Kaldean Empire had been legendary. But they had been few, like all the rest of the elves. One by one, Ry'kanos had watched those mythic warriors fall one by one. While Slayer was a large wolf, he was not of the fabled blood of the Syn'tarha Clan Wolves was he? He sadly lacked the knowledge to know that. If so, he was a young pup indeed. said. The wolf ambled over to Ry'kanos and sat in front of him.</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">“He wants you to pet him, do not fear he is friendly.” </span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">The light green eyes of the elf met those of the wolf unflinchingly before Ry'kanos slowly reached up and rest his hand against the flank of the wolf, giving him a gentle rub along his side as the smile on Ry'kanos' warmed. The Mother Goddess looked out from the eyes of the wolf, as she did through all of those still connected with nature.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I know.."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">He whispered, before he bade the wolf lay down and take the proffered bowl of soup from Raida with a nod of thanks.</span><br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"> “Help yourself to bread or cheese if you want, you look very hungry and I have enough food for us both,”</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">He eagerly dived in to the food, too busy to speak as he gobbled up the food hungrily. To someone that had spent years subsisting on nothing but watery gruel for years, the taste of the simple soup was like ambrosia. He was too busy to say anything as Raida continued speaking</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"><i>,“Any wounds or pains you have I’ll heal after we eat.”</i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">He slowed his devouring of the soup as he contemplated her words. While he didn't doubt her ability to heal his wounds, he was hesitant to let anyone touch him, even if the person now owed him a life debt. However, the fact she had saved his life was also considered and, after a moment, he nodded slowly, acquiescing to her desire. </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">“So What are your plan after you repay this life debt to me?"</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">He was finishing his food as the woman before him began to strip out of her armor. He tried to ignore the flash of cleavage and instead distracted himself by drinking the broth that was left in the bottom of his bowl. With that completed he set the bowl down next to him and wiped his mouth. He was suddenly very tired after eating but she had asked him a few questions so he fought off the desire to immediately pass out</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"><i>,”I travel through the forest everyday, I hope you won’t be bored.”</i><br/>
</span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"I think I will kill their Emperor." </span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">He said, his tone completely honest and devoid of emotion, not like the usual passion he spoke with. He stared deeply in to the fire, remembering his years of torture and pain. He broke eye contact from the dancing of the flames and met hers across the fire.</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Until then. I will travel with you. I shall be your shadow until the day my debt is paid."</span></i>