<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#40bf40">Â¤</span> <b>Chapter Two</b> â?? Of Memories and Encounters <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#40bf40">Â¤</span>​</div><br/>Hearing a rustle of sounds from their side and in the shadows, Brand found himself just a second away from sending lightening down that area. He was always on edge, energy that was pent up dancing along his fingertips and zipping through his nerves. As a lightening wielder, the blonde's body created and generated enough energy to ignite his power, but with his constant urge to hold back, he was literally<i>charged</i>. However, when Valen stepped before them, he paused his motions and blinked, waiting for their somewhat appointed leader to assess the situation.<br/><br/>The other blonde didn't seem to recognize the person before them, and while Brand liked to say he had a fairly good memory, he didn't as well. The other person vaguely reminded him of a shorter and older male that used to hang around Elizer. But after the fall of the Queen, they neither saw nor heard of anyone, and Brand had to admit that the chances of anyone that had allied with them at the beginning being alive was rather slim. In fact, he threw that thought away, because with the cloak around this person's form, he assumed this strange could be a male or a female.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"Yes, there are plenty in the city, unless Arioch is willing...?"</span>his tone trailed off, turning his gaze towards the other Elvin.<br/><br/>Even as his eyes were on her, the tall male made his way pass Valen a bit, patting the older knight on the shoulder as if to tell him that the injured person was probably not going to attack them. At least, he hoped not, because he was the closest person at the moment.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"May I see how extensive it is? Were you attacked by...them?"</span>the tilt of his head was enough to finish the sentence, silently asking if it was by someone from the Dark Army. It wouldn't be the first incident that they'd ran into, since it had been quite some time that the Dark Army has ravished the once flourishing land.<br/><br/>When he reached close enough to stand right next to the stranger, the hand that he held out to reach for the other's injured arm paused; as did the rest of his body.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"Wow, you're one tall woman."</span>he noted almost gleefully, despite his choice of words, and gave her a smile to take the bite out of his words. Hopefully, if this person was a male, he hadn't offended 'him', since he just assumed that this person was a female. From what he had seen, mainly females hid under cloaks, so they weren't underestimated or caught by lewd dogs of the Dark Army. His hand went from reaching out to what looked like an injured arm, to brushing against the top of the other's head and touching the hood that cloaked him or her. It looked like a good two to three inches, if he was able to estimate anything. Valen was just a bit shower than he was, not by much, but Brand had always found it amusing that he was the tallest in their group.<br/><br/>They needed to continue on with what they were doing, but if they were not going to help a person that approached them for aid, then what was the purpose of their journey? It was to save and heal the land and the people, and if it took them one person at a time to save Marosia, then he saw no sacrifice that was not worth the means.