The hunter was acutely aware of sudden movement, squinting his eyes ever so slightly as to not appear aware. It was Elariel's movements that had roused Tae'loren, and though his eyes were minute slits, he could still enjoy the female elf's figure as she stretched. She was truly an alluring and provocative elf: graceful, agile, nimble, but what drew the hunter's keen eyes was how her clothing, as before, molded perfectly to her slender, sensually curved body. It was difficult to imagine how she'd look without clothing, for her clothing almost appeared alive, clinging to her figure as though her movements were an effort to cast the clothing off of her body. She may have been a mage, but she had the body of a rogue.<br/><br/>Her allure was only magnified by the fading rays of sunlight, dancing all around her, slipping and sliding all over her body, highlighting every sensual curve. It was the melodic call of his name carried by her voice that beckoned his eyelids to snap open, his head tilting upward to fix upon her. No other part of his body moved; just his head, only slightly jostling his braid.<br/><br/>“Elariel.” he stated simply, though pleasantly, dipping his head in appreciation at her request to speak to him before he was exposed to the accusatory banter of her colleagues once more.<br/><br/>The hunter listened intently, piercing eyes fixed upon Elariel. He made no movement to indicate whether or not he agreed, or whether or not he even understood what she was saying. Once Elariel had finished speaking, he knew she didn't wish harm upon him, and that drew a tender smile from the hunter. He did, however, know the spontaneity of blood elves, and especially mages, and was not yet certain that, if her colleagues chose to eliminate him, she would stand beside him, or stand idly by and watch.<br/><br/>“I understand your concerns, Elariel, especially those of your colleagues. However, I have seen the way they speak to you, and even if you vouch for me, I doubt they would heed you. Also, I am at a severe disadvantage; if you truly wish to ally with me against Illidan, then I will require information on your colleagues: I want to know how many there are, their years of work at their field of expertise, their primary schools of magic, as well as spells they are ready to cast. I have no intention of slaying any of you, especially you, even if there is confrontation, but I will not allow myself to die either. Can you do this for me?”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>