Dar-Rabiisi held her breath as a female Elf walked under her hiding place. She was shaking with utter terror, she assumed that these people were some kind of criminals, like bandits, that robbed and killed their way the land. Her plan thus far however, had been working; she had positioned herself to look like some kind of small cat-creature that was resting itself upon a branch. It was a disguise she had been practicing for quite a few years now, and seemed to work more or less. But it didn’t stop the horrible terror that she felt when pursued by other people. It was going so fell, until a stray berry fell from the pouch upon her hip, landing upon the floor with a dull ‘thud.’ It was most certainly noticeable, and in response she sat up, quietly, and prepared herself to either run or talk her way out of the situation.<br/><br/>She had heard tales of cruel and horrific Elves that hunted people like beasts just for some kind of morbid pleasure, and even used people as slave-workers in some cases. For all their grace and peaceful nature, there were always evil people within any race, and given the current situation, Dar-Rabiisi simply had to assume that this woman was one of those people, one of those people that would murder someone just for fun, or do even worse to them.<br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Thykahm listened to the conversation between Ryan and the Dark Elf man with only mild interest. His people had always naturally distrusted Elves, seeing them as far too, different and odd. They changed too much and allowed change to consume them, rather than resist it and continue on with their own customs like his people did in their fortresses and keeps. Even their buildings were plain weird! They built structures like the humans did flimsy and lacking in durability. Stone was the only material that could stand for several centuries and still be as strong as the day it was carved out. But, for all their frivolities and odd habits, the Elves had redeeming traits that meant that they were bearable to be around. Dark Elves however did not often possess these redeeming traits; they were often times just horrible folk that viewed everyone around them as potential enemies and foes. But, that was perhaps just the ways of his people in the mountains rubbing off upon him. Either way, he didn’t trust them as far he could throw an axe at them.<br/><br/>Off in a slightly denser patch of trees, he sighted Rosalin searching for something, or perhaps someone. He had heard the twig snapping earlier on, but had decided to merely disregard it as some kind of animal. But apparently it was more than just an animal. Walking over to her he asked.<span style="color: #FF4000">“What is it?”</span>It was perhaps a redundant question, but he decided to ask anyway. Glancing up at the trees, he spotted what looked like a cat lazing around, but that was it, maybe the person or creature had ran off to tell it’s fellows?