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<li data-xf-list-type="ul"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4000">"You would never make it as an assassin Lord Volwrath,"</span></b> a low, seductive purr called from the camp. Seated before the fire was a Dark Elf, who looked up at him as he drew nearer with a slight smile on her face. He had been so loud moving through this forest the entire time that she was more than certain any elf that had been in the vicinity of the area would have fled in sheer terror of him and the darkness that he carried around with him. Not to mention the way he destroyed those trees. That was surely going to catch someone's attention. Not to mention how slow he had been moving. Had she been trying, she could have caught up with him and killed him several times over already. It was a good thing she was on his side. <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4000">"Even from here, I could hear you jumping about. That thing you've slain must have been touched in the head."</span></b><br/>
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To be exact, she served directly under him. He was, one of the few living beings that she had respect for. Of course, because he was so distant - and she wasn't much better about getting closer to people - they didn't know each other very well. But he was someone who was serving under the King of Darkness, who had earned their lord's trust to the point where he served as the King's right hand. How could she not at least have respect for him? There were other's who were wary of him, fearing the traitor would betray them as well, but she wanted to believe in him like the King did. Especially after he eliminated the biggest obstacle in their way - the person that he had served under before, the Queen of Light. No one knew how hard it had to have been for him to do such a thing, or if it were hard at all. They knew that he drove a dagger through her heart and took her life without showing the slightest hint of remorse. He served the King of Darkness faithfully, and hadn't shown any signs of turning against him.<br/>
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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4000">"Your presence is required elsewhere after you've finished retrieving the shard. I'll be taking it back to His Majesty in your place,"</span></b> she explained, answering the obvious question he would have asked her had she not said that much. She sat at the side of the fire that had been left there, absentmindedly flipping one of her daggers up into the air and catching it. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4000"><b>"I have no further information on the matter. You will, most likely, be contacted in the usual manner with further instructions."</b></span> she mused, not knowing or really caring how it happened. Her mission was done for now. Until they succeeded in doing what they were told to do, she was free to do pretty much anything she wished to do. But what exactly she would do was the question. Maybe enjoy torturing some animals? Or finding some elves to kill? Or maybe she would stick with the other two who were here. There really was little point in doing so though. [/list:u][/list:u]</li>
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