Mesaraih gave a slow clap in the direction of the elf, smiling through his shivering limbs. The mist was icy, and although not exactly painful, he could feel at all the way to his bones. He was secretly relieved that she didn't go further with the spell.<br/><br/>He grinned at Tal. "Yeah, maybe. But that was about the biggest show of personality I've seen from her so far, and I've known her for a full day already. Astounding really. I think we're well on the way to becoming good friends."<br/><br/>He moved a little faster to fall in step with the elf, still shivering slightly. "Okay, you've made your point. Mind taking this off now? Also, I'm getting a little tired of referring to you as elven witch inside my head. Could I possibly get a name, or at least something you'd want me to call you? It'd be a bit easier to communicate that way."<br/><br/>She kept moving forward even after the darkspawn growls could be heard. He decided she wasn't so bad. "And sorry for giving you such a hard time. I'm actually kind of happy I got you out of that cage," he added, drawing his daggers from behind his back as the darkspawn's growls came closer.