<span style="color: #00FF00">Valehna was a bit surprised to see the other elf recoil so purposefully away from her offer of help. It was simply that, after all, an offer for help. "Suit yourself," she responded curtly.<br/><br/>She watched as the other elf made a show with her magic and mentioned something about everyone needing each other. Anger flashed in Vahlena's eyes at this. "That's rich, coming from someone that's refusing my help," she snorted.</span><br/><br/>Mesaraih stopped short as a wall of ice rose from the ground in front of him. For the second time, an elven mage that could probably rip him to pieces with magic was telling him that they needed her despite being nothing but utterly disdainful of his presence. He closed his eyes and gave a long, exasperated sigh into the air before smashing one of his newly acquired daggers against the ice, chopping off one of its tips. Then it disappeared, leaving him feeling unbalanced and like his act of anger was just about the most pointless thing he had ever done.<br/><br/>He walked back towards the horse with his shoulders sagging somewhat and gave the pair of elves a reproachful look as he listened to the first one talk about camping out by the caves.<br/><br/>"That," Mesaraih said, hurling a knife towards her so that it stuck in the wood right next to her. "Sounds like a great idea. I'll take you up on your suggestion."<br/><br/>He spurred the horse onwards again, in the direction of the caves. They hadn't taken but a few steps towards it before he spoke up again, feeling a bit uncomfortable about the dagger that was now embedded in the wood of the carriage behind him.<br/><br/>"Uh, could I have that knife back? I wasn't trying to threaten you like you did back there with your ice or anything like that. It was just a little practice throw."