Honalassiel had a grimacing look on her face as she was enveloped in the mystical cloak. This forest was her home. She knew how to gather food, and supplies, and she damn well knew how to get them out of here. If all else failed, she has her home that she could consider letting them stay at. Begrudgingly, she went against her instincts and better judgement before looking at the two men.<br/><br/>"You could just stay at my home for the evening, and head out at dawn?" she suggested as she twirled a strand of her hair through her index finger and thumb, "And finding berries, shrubs, and roots here isn't difficult. I won't allow you to harm the deer in this area or the fowl that seek refuge here though. They are like my children. Also, if you even think of doing anything funny, I won't hesitate to kill you."<br/><br/>A sadistic smirk spread across the elf's face as she jumped up into the tree and pulled out her knife. She began to sharpen the edges of her blade against the roughness of the tree bark. Once it was to the desired sharpness, she placed it back into her skirt and she jumped down, landing in front of the men, her smirk still in tact.