Maren's ears tweaked a bit, picking up what Inyrra, and Aeshallyn, said to each other. "Only in your dreams, gray elf," he spoke, "Would it even be conceivable that I would commit such an act with you, or the half-breed you stand with. I'd rather have to fight alongside a druid, before that would happen," he practically growled. He disliked druids, but he was exaggerating it a bit for emphasis on not wanting to do anything sexual with the scholar. He loved the wild, and knew it was important, but he thought it more sensible to look to the gods for strength, instead of the plants and animals around them.<br/><br/>Of course, it was almost ironic that he had inferred about his dislike of druids, because they encountered one not five minutes later. Another human by the look of it, and a tall one, about the same height as their leader. He sighed through his mask, and shook his head, before resuming his crouching position now that they had stopped for a bit. His eyes pierced the darkness, looking over his armor at the ornate design and coloring.<i>'A druid. Of course,'</i>he thought to himself, almost wishing he had said nothing about them a few minutes prior.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>