Taliha looked down at the man who spoke and had it not been for her immense love for her pipe it would have fallen from her mouth from the shock. BC was reigned to a halt so that the group now stood in the middle of the road, mostly certainly in the way of the other foot traffic though at the moment Taliha could care less.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What...that...this is...one...</span><br/><br/><br/>Though she eyed the pouch she had yet to reach for it, â€œAre you...out of your simple little mind?â€ she snapped, pipe now in hand.  â€œYou and your fragile knife-ear self are in the wrong part of town and definitely talking to the wrong woman,â€ she shifted slightly in the saddle so that her hand now rested on her sword.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">Lenwe looked up at the woman as she stared at him and insulted him "you call me simple minded, yet you seem to follow the sterotypical hatred for my kind, amuseing really" his eyes flicked towards her hand as she rested her hand on it.<br/><br/>Lenwe simply smiled at her, he was not so worried about her slash, his reactions were fast enough to dodge or block her attack, close range combat was his speciality but even so in a human own an elf fighting would end badly.</span></span><br/><br/>She smirked, â€œI only speak the truth. You and your disgusting kind are nothing but disgusting, filthy, thorns on the backside of society. The world at large would be better off without you and your kind, so why don't you prance away before something bad happens to you. You get me?â€ the threat was clear and so was the look she gave him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">Lenwe smiled at her once more with a small graceful jump he places the pouch on BC's back "you speak of my race as a whole, not of me as an individual, again so close minded" Lenwe started to repack his pipe and lite it with a tinder stick.<br/><br/>Lenwe looked up at the woman who was clearly treating him "not to worry, I do not judge you for your hatred and I hope your God will forgive you for your arrogence" he kept the smile firmly on his lips, he knew humans all to well, he knew his patience and charm would piss her off more than any insult, him praying for her salvation would likely add fuel to the fire that was clearly this womans temper.</span></span><br/><br/><br/>â€œGod?â€ that earned a deep and hearty laugh, one that made her slap her thigh. â€œWow, you really are stupid. You know there is no such thing as God or any type of celestial being,â€ she shook her head, the pouch retrieved, her pipe packed and relit in no time. After a few drags she just shook her head some more, â€œPerhaps, all of that inbreeding has finally made the lot of you as dumb as you look with your pointy ears and firly frames.â€ More puffs were taken from her pipe, â€œOr, maybe you fell and hit your head when you tried to lift a twig? Given a twig has about as much strength as you do,â€ she snickered and continued to regard the strange elf; trying to decide whether to gut him or turn him into a pin cushion.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">Lenwe smiled as she laughed once she finished her insult he found himself to be laughing "oh your not as stupid as you look, those were some pretty original insults, shame you have as much charm as a gutted bottom feeder" he now had his pipe at full smoke the taste thick in his mouth as he puffed it out.<br/><br/>Lenwe looked into her eyes he could see the cogs turning her deciding how to kill him he was quite interesed himself, she had insulted his strength even though she was much bigger than him he was fairly confident that he could match her, partly because he had spotted the fine bow he spotted on the large bull, she was primarly a ranger, he was primarly close combat.<br/><br/>Lenwe smiled at her "my strength may actually surprise you" he made this dig for the reason is at this range dodgeing her arrows would be a serious struggle if not impossible, but he was confident in his strength in speed.</span></span><br/><br/>"Aww, how cute? The Elf thinks itself a strong widdle person," she chuckled again. "When you can work the mines and not cry like a little bitch, then you can consider yourself strong. Till then you are just that, a weak, tiny, insignificant little bitch who really must have made a wrong turn somewhere. So, again, go on and skip away before you break a nail or mess up your hair." At that she applied pressure with her knees and BC started off again.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">Lenwe chuckled as she referenced to his nails and hair he watched her leave on her bull and responded in a loud voice "Your welcome" he shouted to her with a little chuckle as he set off once more looking for an in puffing on his pipe.</span></span><br/><br/>That Elf, left a nasty taste in her mouth, Tal needed to find herself a nice tavern to stop in for a pint, a hot meal and maybe even a bed to sleep in for the night. She loved BC and loved traveling, but her ass was more than sore and she would not mind a hot bath and a soft bed for the night. Even if it was just one night, it would be better than sleeping on the ground or in a barn somewhere.