There was a sudden shift in weight as Borkul ran after the shifty ass merchant!  He thought it might have been him tripping or losing his footing so Borkul ignored it, learning from the dark elves how to redirect and keep momentum when he was running.  So he continued, now he wasn't the stealthiest or most agile person to be ever trained by dark elves, but he was definitely dodging people in the crowds.  Much more then other Half Orcs that would simply bull rush into people and knock them out of the way.  Unfortunately his new human backpack wouldn't be taken into account and would meet with people and boxes as Borkul ran.<br/><br/>When Borkul had officially lost the merchant at the entrance of an alleyway he would bend over, actually out of breath as he supported himself with his hands on his knees.  Not so much focused on running anymore he was able to take into account the arm that was pointing out over his shoulder.  “Uuughhh.”  Borkul exhaled, one of his hands going back to grab Nathan by the back of his collar.  Nathan would find himself being hoisted over and in front of Borkul where he would find the familiar position of being set down on the ground with enough force to land on his ass.  “You're kidding me right?  How.. When?”  Borkul stopped asking when he figured it out, shaking his head as he stood back up tall.  “What the hell is your prob-”  However he would quickly be cut off when a sudden blur of movement would spin beside him, a graceful and agile side step before the blur continued.  Borkul was able to follow it, to see the form and lithe body it belonged too.  Elf of some kind, he didn't see a face or eyes the elf was too fast for him to process that.  However the alleyway that Borkul and Nathan had stopped at was a dead end and this elf turned to face Borkul and Nathan... Well more the High Elf guards that were closing in behind all three of them.  “A Dark Elf...”  Borkul stated as he saw this dark elves eyes, that pure white that was surprisingly rare actually.  He didn't know enough about Dark Elf culture to be able to pick up that she was an Icestrike... But then again he didn't care too much about another races drama.  Like the drama a human maybe two thirds his size brought along thinking he could get a free ride or something!<br/><br/>Borkul's ears would pick up on the sound of armor clanking together as it drew closer, the people that filled the crowds starting to move away from the alley way with so many similar High Elves coming together looking like they were ready for battle.  The Half Orc turning to see these Elves stopping before him, pretty much because he was blocking the way into the alleyway.  Well at least him and Nathan were.  It was obvious that they had business with the Dark Elf that had ran past the two, but who was Borkul to act on assumptions?  The man waiting there with arms crosses and his eyebrow raised showing with his body language that he wanted to know what was going on, why armed soldiers had formed ranks in front of him.  “Can I help your guys with something?”  Borkul would ask, wondering if they would act before speaking or if their leader would talk first.