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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">The High-Elves' intense blue optics shifted over in the direction of the first person to make a more towards the gate, the youngest knight. Brand de Zeus was his name. The guardian of the Northerlands, the Long Empire. He was a peculiar fellow she thought. Even when she lost her temper on the knights earlier, she could have sworn that she never even saw his smile falter. Perhaps she was mistaken about that, as she couldn't imagine anyone keeping a smile on their face while being cursed and berated, but she was certain that his smile hadn't faltered since the moment she agreed to join the knights on their journey. Well. . .being upbeat was one thing she thought - he was just so happy that it was obnoxious she thought. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing though, just different from what she was used to.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0040ff">"Half,"</span> Ari corrected in a very blunt manner,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0040ff"> "you are a Half-Elf. It isn't uncommon for your kind to be born outside of Hieronidan, much less never step foot in it."</span> The other half, she did not know. Honestly, she didn't particularly care. Elves were easily able to recognize their own kind, or those who had Elven blood in them. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0040ff">"I do not fault you for taking pride in that blood going through your veins though. It is indeed something to be proud of."</span> Unlike most elves, Arioch didn't hold any particular contempt for half-breeds. A majority of her old comrades were half-Elves as well. It was a part of the reason they lived where they did. Rather, her words were rather friendly towards the young knight, even somewhat encouraging. He facial expression didn't change, nor did there seem to be any joy in her voice, just the same, flat tone.<br/>
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Things seemed to be all good and well until a challenge, of sorts, came from the female knight. Altima was her name. She seemed to have a short temper, which all but suited her and her element. She too possessed a quick wit, and was quick to hurl remarks when they came to mind. There were many similarities in their harsh personalities, and perhaps even in the more gentle parts of their personality. Such things had yet to have been seen or witnessed of one another by either though. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0040ff">"Why certainly. I do believe that if you follow the main road to the end, you'll find the pen where the pigs are kept. Feel free to roll around with them til your heart is content,"</span> Arioch replied, quickly diverting her attention elsewhere. This was either the start of a beautiful friendship, or, the beginning of a bitter, fiery rivalry. Only time would tell which.[/list:u][/list:u]</li>
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