Neither Aeo'leth or Tae'loren showed concern for the looks of those attempting to understand the appearance of the trio; Aeo'leth and Tae'loren were simply too old to care. Too many had fallen before their eyes, too many had squandered their moments in time. The two had made a promise long ago when they had left the fields of war near Black Temple that they would become more than instruments of war. Tae'loren looked to Aeo'leth and clasped his shoulder in rememberence, and his brother smiled. "Didn't think we'd have moments like this again," the hunter said as the food was served. Compared to rations, this was a feast. They started small, remembering that they would be entering combat.<br/><br/>As the trio ate, the two hunters listened to Elariel speak. While they didn't show much expression, their gazes were soft and compassionate. Aeo'leth finally did smile. "You have no reason to make promises of redemption, Elariel. Leave those to those who need reminders to change. You have already changed and are doing all you can to promote that change because it is good for the land and for all people." The demon hunter tilted his head respectfully, and Tae'loren reached over to gently squeeze Elariel's hand. For the first  time in a long time, Tae'loren was looking forward to life after a mission.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>