All elves tended to be secretive when they were out and about, whether it was the dark elves and their knowledge of obsidian, the high elves and some purported vents of mana they had at their disposal, or the elves of the forest who kept some isolated secret deep within their forests, it was rare to find one that would not only be willing to travel with one outside their kind, but would even be so inclined as to present their name.  Sares was also a knave, as she wasn't exactly very moralistic, as the humans liked to put it.  To her, honor or whatever the barbarians of the south called it, meant nothing.  What good was it if you were dead?  The strongest survive, but so do the most cunning.<br/><br/>Yet unlike her cousins, she had a very real interest in his body and her eyes flashed about his exposed fleshed with little remorse.  Other than his face, he wasn't half bad as a specimen...  "Where I come from, it's really hot," she said with a shrug, breaking eye contact from him for a moment.  As the fire warmed the area, her shivering lessened and she felt more comfortable slipping her cloak open, exposing the very lewdly constructed outfit she bore.  "I wasn't exactly expecting this mountain to be... like this..."  She could go on into further detail about how the mountains she lived in were basically part of a volcanic chain that actively heated the surrounding areas, or perhaps start to ramble about the religion that justified it, but she wasn't exactly in the mood to ramble on.  He seemed perfectly willing to chat himself.