"We are High Elf Crusaders from Grand Glaedwine." spoke the elegant Second in command to Borkul. "As paladins of the Order of Virtue and guardians of Second Earth, we ask you give us as much information about the gnome you were assailing."<br/><br/>His mailed face and helmed head only revealed a small portion of his eyes, they were bright blue sapphires that could stun even the most stalwart mortal woman. Though these piercing orbs meant nothing to a half-orc, their fey blood immune to the preternatural elven charms.<br/><br/>"We are merely here to service the community" he spoke arrogantly, fighting as much spite in his voice as he could.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Elis stepped forth from the ranks of his fully armored soldiers. He approached unarmed, gliding along the ground with almost ethereal grace.<br/><br/>"Icestrike." he said with a smirk "It has been quite some time since I've seen a Darkling with that name. Roughly one thousand sun cycles I believe." Images of the slaughter that Elis lead flooded back into his mind. His smirk forming into a smile as he remembers the massacre. Dozens of dead men, women and children littered the village. Such a humble lifestyle for such insidious assassins of Derileth's will.<br/><br/>He approached her closely with arrogance, placing a gauntlet on her soft face.<br/><br/>"What is the beautiful young Daughter of Alec Icestrike doing in Nerys? Eh?" He said completely ignoring her weapon being drawn. He had eons of experience on her. She was no threat to him. His soldiers, being less experienced, withdrew their blades in unison, awaiting their Fearless Leader's orders, or if he were to fall at the hands of Katya, awaiting the kill.