Thykahm has asked himself with observing the surrounding area, rather than questioning their new found captive. The Dark Elf didn’t seem all that threatening, but it people like that you needed to keep an eye upon, lest you find a dagger to your neck at the worst of times. For what the Dwarf could see, there was nothing but lush forest around them, a perfect place for an ambushed by roving bands of Orcs and Goblins. Beings that allegedly supposed to be swarming in this part of the world. Perhaps the scouts were wrong after all. Stopping in place, he knelt down slowly, trying not to make too much noise with his armour, and placed a hand upon the earth. It was an old Dwarven proverb that one true of the stone, a Dwarf, could tell certain traits about the very stone beneath them. Of course, that was mainly it, a proverb spoken by Dwarven miners when finding large quantities of precious, or useful, materials. But there were some small amount of individuals that could actually get a small glimpse at the stone through nothing but a touch…people like that were rare, and legends always sprouted about them. However he did find something rather strange. A large, oddly coloured rock made from something extremely hard that certainly wasn’t just stone. He picked the thing up and placed it in his knapsack, he would have the chief engineers examine it upon his return to the mountains.<br/><br/>While Thykahm was certainly not one of those individuals, he could work a few things out from the stone. Beneath them was completely solid, no tunnels, no cavities nor caves. Which was good, it lessened the chances of Orc and Goblin hideouts underneath the very ground itself. As a bearer of a grudge it was his job to seek out the target of his grudge and eliminate them or otherwise do to them and they have done unto clan. He was fairly assured that there were no wandering green-skins in the immediate vicinity, when he heard what sounded like a twig snapping, then someone, or something, running through vegetation. He wasn’t all too bothered about that either. It was probably some animal that managed to scare itself. Walking back over to the new captive Dark Elf, he listened to his…threat.<span style="color: #FF0000"> "Untie me right now, you tree hugging, Empire loving, boot-licking bastards! I'll boil the sweat off your skin! I'll burn the back hair off your mothers! I'll… I'll…" </span>Now, if there was one thing you shouldn’t do, was taunt a Dwarf’s ancestors and kin. Even if the threat wasn’t aimed at him, Thykahm still felt some anger at the Dark Elf’s words.<br/><br/>It seemed that the newest addition to the group had taken particular offense to that, placing her blade next to the man’s throat. Thykahm half expected her to just kill him, after all, Dark Elves weren’t exactly the most predictable of folk, like their Elven cousins. The man had apparently been harmed very badly by the shield slamming into his head, which made Thykahm feel somewhat proud given how a Dwarf could probably just shrug something like that off with just a headache.  He glanced behind himself once more, checking that the twig snapping wasn’t anything serious; again, it was likely just some elk or something. When he turned back to face the captive, Ryan was in the process of untying him. Which wasn’t wise.<span style="color: #FF4000">“Are you sure about this?”</span>He asked, it wasn’t a case of not being able to stop the Dark Elf, but rather making him talk. Apparently the Elf thought it wise, as he let the man free of his bindings, the man himself awakening just slightly after with a bit of a start. He watched the awoken Dark Elf look around him, perhaps in some form of delusion? He didn’t know much about head wounds, but allegedly people could experience delusions after taking a blow to the head…but that is what he had heard from the Clan’s healers.<br/><br/>The man seemed to be in something of a daze, until he sighted his small bottle of Dwarven alcohol in the hands of someone else. He lunged forwards the holder; apparently enraged at the thought of someone touching his booze…perhaps he had some Dwarven traits after all!<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Dar’Rabiisi kept on running, putting step after step between her and the group of potential murders. She was rather frightened, as to be expected, and her tail was pointed upwards, reflecting her fear. That was her plan, she would hide in a tree and hope that no saw her. Scrambling up the nearest tree, she found a thick branch and crouched upon it. Had someone given her a glancing look, she would have probably appeared to be some form of jungle cat…but in a forest, and wearing armour. She left her weapons in their sheathes, if she was caught, then fighting wouldn’t really be an option. She could probably run faster than most of them, especially the stout man in the armour.<br/><br/>From her perch, she could no longer see the murderers, but she could always take a guess about what they were doing. She wagered that they would be likely be searching, but only if they had heard the twig snapping. If not then she was more or less free to leave. But she doubted the latter greatly…