A chuckle danced from the mouth of the bard, a musical chirp that stung at the silence. "You think everything and everyone is a bad idea." She shrugged slightly and caught his gaze, "Besides, if he fails, we'll kill him." The upbeat, matter-of-fact tone punctuated the gravity of the words with an uneasy perfection. Her ebony eyes fell in the direction of the new elf, she knew that if he did fail, or turn on them, the consequences for the group would be dire, to say the least. Her gaze still absently resting on the other half of their misfit family, Delphine began humming gently. A somber, heavy tune; her mind wandered to the past, she remembered being betrayed by a former member. "Ghaleon, do you remember that peredhil... half-breed... that turned on us?" She looked back to see Ghaleon had passed her, she looked back to Felly, motioning to keep up.<br/><br/>She quickened her pace, "This elf reminds me a fair bit of him... charming." She reminisced, a memory of Ghaleon and Vero hardening Delphine's naivety. "I believe that was just before Felly'bas had joined us." She glanced to make sure she was within earshot. "He was tall, dark, handsome... much like Ghaleon. Unlike Ghaleon, he was arrogant, so sure of himself. He and I got along famously." She sighed, "That was until Vero found out that he was selling our secrets and he used me as a shield." She laughed slightly, "If I remember correctly, that didn't work out in his favor, at all; Vero stabbed right through me with a sword." She paused for a moment, "I still don't know if he knew I would survive that." She furrowed her brow, "Getting a straight answer from Vero is like squeezing blood from a turnip... I actually cared about him; not Vero, the elf." She clarified, "He was so sweet, or I thought he was. It was bittersweet that Ghaleon and Vero made me kill him. It was a lesson, or so they said, to keep people at a distance." She looked at Ghaleon, "From what they told me later, neither of them trusted him from the start, so who knows, maybe Ghaleon does have decent intuition... but then again, he didn't trust me at first, either." She smiled, "Ominous, I'm sure."<br/><br/>"People come and go, I suppose." She whispered, beginning to hum once more. She traced lines in the air with the tip of her finger, her haunting tune echoing ethereally, "Luckily we're hardly people." She spoke in a sing-song tune, magic trailed from the lines drawn above her head. With one swift move, she moved the circle to the ground around her feet. He steps slowly lifted off the earthen path, she glided gently a few inches above the dirt and rocks, "Since I think I'm the only one who leaves footprints anyways."