Winwe sat there puffing on his pipe inclining his head toward the elf who had just walked out of the woods, with his sharp hearing he listened into the conversation between her and Taliha over hearing her say the sentence.<br/><br/>â€œI am in your service until such time as you no longer desire my presence."<br/><br/>Winwe grimaced and stared at her angrily<span style="font-style: italic"> is that what our race has been reduced too</span>, Winwe placed both his hands on the Caravan and heaved himself to his feet wincing at the pain in his leg, taking a deep drag on the pipe, he hobbled forward towards the Elf now standing alone as Taliha had gone to amuse herself with the pain of the other worthless Elf.<br/><br/>Winwe kept moving toward the other elf the anger more than anything keeping him moving, although the weed helped, as Winwe reached the Elf girl he stepped closer to her so there shoulders were touching and said in a small whisper only loud enough for her to hear with her keen hearing, â€œIs this what out race has been reduced to, selling yourself like a common whore, NalyÃ« caun faica (you cowardly dog)â€.<br/><br/>Winwe drew back slightly and took out a small knife concealed in his sleeve he grabbed a small locket of hair and with a clean slice cut it off, before tieing it to a small hoop on the end if his right blade, the blade he called redemption he had a few small trinkets tied to it in this fassion, they all told a different story of things or people that needed to redeem themselves in his eyes.<br/><br/>Winwe looked up at her and said â€œThat means I will  nor respect you or see you as an equal until you prove otherwiseâ€ Winwe said in the same whisper â€œand for natures sake there are sandals in my bag put them onâ€ Winwe said in a louder voice so other could hear him.<br/><br/>Winwe turned and walked away walking back to the group, and seeing the injured elf and her /lover boy/ he was making her a small sled with magic<span style="font-style: italic"> what a fool, overexerting himself for no reason</span>.<br/><br/>Winwe made his way back to the caravan and sat on the edge of it taking the weight off his leg with a sigh, as he gazed down at the Elf girl injured laying there shivering Winwe frond at the girl taking off his long cloak outer leaving just the hood and scarf wrapped around his head  he threw it so it fell onto the Elf girl,<span style="font-style: italic"> she may be pathetic but she is one of my race, maybe before I can create peace I need to fix my races pride</span>.<br/><br/><br/>Winwe reached into his bag which was still located on the top of the Caravan and pulled out a spare cloak and fastened it, it wasn't as think nor warm as the other but if push came to shove he had more clothing to put on.