"An ally?" Elariel sat back, breaking his hold around her waist as she did so. "Tae'loren, I'm really not sure that's a good idea. The others don't trust you, there is no way they'll want to meet up with an ally. We need to take this slowly."<br/><br/>Elariel took a deep breath and calmed herself down. She wasn't concerned about running into any Night Elves, or any Alliance members for that fact. It wasn't so long ago that her own race were strongly allied with the Alliance. As it was, the High Elves, or the Blood Elves as some now chose to call themselves, were still deciding on their loyalties. They, like Elariel and Tae'loren's position within their band, was in a state of flux. What concerned Elariel the most was that, useful as Tae'loren's ally undoubtedly was, she knew her colleagues would never allow more people to know about them and their mission. Nor would they want to risk being led into an ambush. Elariel's deep green eyes met her captives, and she looked into their mesmerising depths. Still, for some unknown and illogical reason, she still trusted him. She knew her colleagues weren't ready to do so yet. She just hoped he could see it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>