"Don't speak too soon." Ester replied, her eyes still locked on him as she spoke. "There are still a million and one ways for this to be bad. Four prisoners fighting in a blight." She sighed, feeling tired from even thinking about how much longer they'd have to travel. She turned silent, thinking over the mans words.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'If something is interesting to me, I want to know more about it.'</span>Was he saying that she was interesting? But why? She was deliberately uninteresting, an elf who wants one thing - to survive. The mage pondered over it in her head, trying to come up with some kind of conclusive answer. The only way to do so would be to just ask him. Her mouth opened briefly, but she decided against it. They had said enough tonight. Enough to keep her confused for a long while.<br/><br/>A resounding clash from across the bridge made the elves ears twitch. She shut her hand and the flame disappeared. "Did you hear that?" She whispered, slowly standing up in an attempt to make as little noise as possible. It sounded like a pile of metal plates had been dropped, or a sword had slammed into a metal shield. She couldn't quite figure out what such a noise could be, but it was the pairs job to investigate.<br/><br/>Ester stepped past Mesaraih, starting to walk across the bridge cautiously.