For the first time during their entire encounter Tae'loren appeared irritated, being that Elariel had completely dodged his concerns. He didn't allow the fire to be stoked enough, though, that it would show in those piercing eyes of his. Instead he gazed upon Elariel attentively and intently, allowing the melodic flow of words to drift to his ears. He smiled as she finished speaking.<br/><br/>“I appreciate your concern for me, Elariel, though I would appreciate information more. I understand that your colleagues do not desire an alliance as you do, so I need YOU to provide me information on THEM. If tensions rise, I do not want to face them with ignorance. Do this, and you will have my cooperation.”<br/><br/>He wondered if she had evaded his questions intentionally, though it hardly mattered; he would not stay with her if she refused him answers. He was among the few that had the courage to face the Black Temple and what laid within, and one of the few still that was both skilled enough, and crazy enough, to face Illidan himself. With even a small group of mages, though, his odds of success increased significantly. He saw no point to lies, and was sincere in every word spoken regarding his cooperation.<br/><br/>The hunter sat there, across from the mage, his body lifting and lowering calmly, his face soft, though those golden eyes gleamed, ever alert. He studied the room acutely now, in the event that Elariel refused him information. He knew the wood of the small quarters, especially that of the window. Should the need arise, he would be able to break through, preferring evasive action rather than aggressive action.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>