Tae'lo'ren paused a moment, gazing upon Elariel as she inquired about his plans. He wasn't used to telling anyone what he did or where he went and he actually found himself smiling. Though that smile faded fast as he thought about what his plans were. "My plans will take me out of the city, but not far," the hunter lifted a hand to silence any of Elariel's protests. "I know it is dangerous, being that I will be outside the magical protection of the city, but there is a druid whom I served in the wars with long ago and he is surprisingly well versed in Fel magic and it's affects on elf anatomy."<br/><br/>Tae'lo'ren knew that Elariel wouldn't try to stop him and would understand why he needed to see his friend. What happened back at the compound where they fought the blood mages wasn't natural for any night elf, and Tae'lo'ren needed to know how far the Fel magic inside him had spread and if he was too far gone to have it purged. He understood that without it he would have been dead, easily, but he was sickened by the thought of the power eventually overtaking his will, which all demonic power eventually did no matter what race one was. "I will be careful, I promise." He rose as well, taking a few steps and embracing Elariel.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>