Mesaraih rubbed his chin and cast his eyes to the treetops for a moment, making a show of considering her question. When he heard the clink of steel and growls from the nearby woods, he smiled at her and said, "Name. At this moment, I'd prefer your name." His teeth had begun to chatter a little.<br/><br/>Then, a small pack of genlocks burst from a clumb of shrubbery in front of them, and Mesaraih thought he heard a distant pair of thundering footsteps. He immediately darted towards the darkspawn and threw himself in their midst, goading them to try and wound him as he ducked and pirouetted to avoid all their attacks. He stabbed one in the armpit and dragged it back around to block another's blow, then kicked out at another that ran at him from the side and stabbed it with both of his daggers. He felt the familiar sensation of fighting in the snow, and he could see a bit of steam rising from his skin as his muscles warmed up against the icy mist that surrounded him.<br/><br/>He pushed one of the genlocks towards the elf, and, still smiling, asked, "So, that name?" He heard a whoosh of air behind him and ducked underneath a sword swing, kicking his leg back and sending the attacking darkspawn stumbling backward. He was a bit pleased that his little stunts were going so well, but confused as to why that was. It wasn't as if impressing the elf was in his head.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Valehna kept marching forward, pursing her lips as she saw Mesaraih and the elf continue to bicker. They both seemed to reproach each other for causing trouble, but it seemed that there was no easier way to cause trouble than by having the two of them together. She noticed the Qunari falling in step beside her out of the corner of her eye. She hadn't ran into many of his kind before. He seemed friendly enough, and was a rather impressive warrior, as far as she could tell. As far as she was concerned, he may just be the only reasonable person in this little ragtag group.<br/><br/>"Yeah, unfortunately," she said with a sigh. She paused for a second as she picked up the sounds of the darkspawn. "Hey, listen. I think we're about to be ambushed again." <br/><br/>Sure enough, a couple of darkspawn burst through and attacked the two in front of them. She was about to go help when she heard footsteps behind her, only to see another small pack of hurlocks flanking them. She tapped Tal on the arm and flicked her head towards the attackers. "These things are too smart," she said, her voice a bit sour.</span>