Tae'loren had to admit that he liked Aidyn; he was calculated, mischivous, and confident, much how he had been in his youth, and he could equally appreciate that about the fellow elf. The was also the fact that he showed respect to him, though he addressed him as Night elf, his tone was calm and without animosity. If their discussion did degenerate to conflict, he knew Elariel or Aidyn would be the ones to slay him, since they would be the only ones the hunter would not put his blades to.<br/><br/>Once Elariel and Aidyn were finished speaking, Tae'loren fixed his eyes with Aidyn, not to challenge him, but to understand him. Tae'loren's eyes were almost soothing, gazing into Aidyn's eyes with curiosity. In turn, like Elariel, he allowed the Blood elf to search his eyes as well. The gaze seemed to last for some time between the two, until Tae'loren twitched with irritation, breaking their gaze to look over at Teirn, who was carelessly hacking away at the tough hide of the crocolisk.<br/><br/>“Excuse me, please.”<br/><br/>Without waiting, Tae'loren turned and began to casually walk toward Teirn. Naturally the Blood elf was alarmed, especially when the hunter took up a skinning knife from somewhere on his body. He knelt slowly, looking over the crocolisk. First, he pulled the creature out of the room, as brazen an action as any, though he made sure the other elves could see him at all times. He then began at the head, scoring down it's back along the scoots, to the tail. He then made scores along the limbs. Meticulously his agile hands worked, feather-like glances of metal on skin separating flesh from hide. In about ten minutes the elf had the creature hideless, though apparently the blood and insides had not been properly drained. Rolling the creature on it's side, he cut deep, making incisions like two flaps, on the creatures' belly. Grabbing a sitting mat, he withdrew the insides. It was not a clean skinning or removal, but he figured these elves were hungry, and did not want to wait long. He then took the creature, making incisions in the neck and the limbs. He walked back into the cabin, taking up one of the thick bowie knives, returning outside. Holding up the crocolisk by it's thighs, he pinned it against the wall, and lining up the blade with it's lower back, stabbed right through it's inner cavity, through it's hideless flesh, pinning it to the wall for the blood to drain. The hunter politely held up his hands for a towel.<br/><br/>“The majority of the blood should drain in thirty minutes, but you can start cutting the outer flesh. If you're really hungry, the heart is pretty good, just clean the insides and rinse it; it's probably the most tender part of the beast.”<br/><br/>Tae'loren hoped that this display answered Aidyn's concern about helping them. As far as what he wanted in return, “I want to be allowed to survive this encounter and return to my purpose.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>