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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">Nekar was an assassin. Erasing her presence, sneaking up on others, and acting without them being aware of it was her job. It had become so natural to her that she was able to do it all of the time, appearing to others only when she had a desire to do so. Had she not spoke, there was a good chance that she could have hid her presence from Malak all together, and shadowed his every move without him noticing. If he had been startled by her sudden appearance, it didnâ??t show on his face, but Nekar couldnâ??t help but wonder. Malak was, perhaps, the most interesting of her comrades next to Gandrian. Since Gandrian already had a shadow, and the wolf seemed to despise her presence, Nekar decided to follow after Malak. It was a simple choice, and perhaps, the best for many reasons.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4000">â??Indeed they are. . .â?</span> Nekar said softly. She shared in Malakâ??s opinion of High Elves. They were stupid creatures. Stupid, ignorant, foolish creatures. If it werenâ??t for her fear of bringing the wrath of her King down upon her, she would left loose and have some fun tormenting some, killing others, and disfiguring any of those who were unfortunate enough to survive their encounter with the deadly Drow beauty. The thought of being here and not being able to kill a few certainly upset her, but her duty was the follow the orders given by her King, nothing more and nothing less. If she had to kill a few in order to complete her objective and return with the shard, she would take great pleasure in doing so. In fact, there was a large part of her that hoped they would be ambushed just so that she could let loose and have some fun herself.<br/>
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Malakâ??s voice drew her out of her thoughts and back to reality. To hear that Gandrian and Xion had already infiltrated Cam, and so easily, was a relief. Until she thought about who was there. Gandrian was more than capable as a leader, as a warrior, and proved time and time again that he was more than worthy of his job. Having Xion around only seemed to make him less efficient, partially because of Gandrianâ??s own personality, but mostly because the two of them did not get along at all. She hoped that King Vayne would separate the two of them soon, so that future missions such as this would go more smoothly than this one. Then again, it wasnâ??t her place to doubt the King. He knew what he was doing when he put the two of them together. His reasons for doing so were obviously beyond her ability to comprehend.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4000">â??Fear not, Lord Malak, not even one of these fools shall come within striking distance of you. Should they even try, I will cut them down,â?</span> Nekar said, bowing politely toward her traveling companion. It wasnâ??t uncommon for her to be so formal or polite with anyone. Speaking with them for extended periods of time, or being beside them outside of assigned missions? That would have been cause for concern. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4000">â??I share your sentiments concerning our approach. It  would bode well for us to find a less obvious way of entering the town. One such as myself certainly would not be welcome there.â?</span> One such as herself, a Dark Elf, certainly would not be welcome into Cam with open arms. They would probably attempt to steal her life after merely glancing in her direction.[/list:u][/list:u]</li>
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