Thykahm now stood somewhat closer to the two Elves, close enough that he could distinguish some of their features. The male was taller than he, and possessed dirty unkempt brown hair alongside cobalt blue eyes. The woman was slightly shorter than him, and possessed the same blue eyes as her brother Elf alongside sandy blonde hair in a ponytail. As to be expected, their facial features were distinguishable as Elven. However, despite his slight inspection of the two Elves, Thykahm was happy that the pair was more on the side of allies rather than foes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">“Indeed, a terrible situation that, trained soldiers burning down a village is a monstrous act in any interpretation of it.” </span>He said to the male Elf, trying to find some kind of common camaraderie with the man, even if he was an Elf, he and his sister could still be potent allies.<span style="color: #FF4000">“Then let me give a more formal greeting to you, Ryan Koth’ri and Rosalin. I am Thykahm Thaldahr, stone weaver of the Thaldahr clan, here on act to fulfil a grudge against the Green-skinned savages of this forest.” </span>He added, keeping his tone honest and friendly. Perhaps these two Elves may even know of the location of such an Orcish camp.<br/><br/>He was most certainly happy at the prospect of not having the two Elves as foes. Elves can be deadly, despite their odd tactics and weapons. Or at least, they were odd in the eyes of a Dwarf.<span style="color: #FF4000"> “Don’t worry about any hostility, being on edge is a given after some military detachment comes and burns down your home. I understand. I can, however, assure you that the Legion isn’t following you, I have been in this area for a while and not seen a trace of them.”</span>He said to Rosalin, the apparent sister of Ryan Koth’ri, he saw some slight resemblance between the two, the eyes especially, but nothing that shrieked identical. Thykahm was about to ask about the Male Elf’s wings when Rosalin stepped in and questioned Ryan about such appendages. After all, winged Elves weren’t exactly normal; or rather they weren’t normal to Thykahm. Ryan did answer her however, but it was deflecting the question, perhaps something strange was afoot? Thykahm couldn’t be sure, but deflecting questions was never a good thing in the least.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">“A spare shirt you say? Well, I just so happened upon a small band of Orcs and Goblins a few metres east of here. While the shirt won’t smell all that great, at least those…eh, wings, of yours won’t be apparent.” </span>He realised just how shady that sounded, especially since these Elves had just met him, and he was a stranger to both of them. He had tried to be as honest and friendly as he could be, but perhaps they would still see this as some kind of potential ambush?<span style="color: #FF4000">“I understand if you are inclined not to trust me on such a subject.”</span>He added.<br/><br/>As he waited for a reply, he heeded to words of Rosalin, she spoke of hunting and of how her brother, Ryan’s smoked boar tasted great.<span style="color: #FF4000">“Aye, a hunt may be a good idea. I can get a fire set up in the meantime if you wish, for I fear this heavy armour will make silent movement all but a dream. Plus I possess no bow nor arrows, just an axe and a knife. I fear that I would become something of a liability. But if we set camp here I can leave the armour here, I would just prefer it to remain safe rather than in the hands of some Orc.” </span>He answered, trying to sound friendly in his decline of a hunt. He could hunt with just a knife, quite a few people could, but the armour would take away the entire thought of stealth.