Had Roe'nor and Neras known how ancient Tae'loren was, they just might have held their tongues.<br/><br/>“Which Menethil do you speak of, exactly, because I was alive for many, many of their generations, and since you decided to pursue the accusatory route, how about I ask YOU where YOU were when the Alliance made it's stand at the World Tree at Hyjal AGAINST Kil'jaeden and his Burning Legion? Oh, that's right, you were following the coattail of your precious Kael'thas, who was allied with Illidan, who was being manipulated by the corruptive power of the Skull of Gul'dan after consuming it!”<br/><br/>Remarkably, there was no derision or contempt in the hunter's voice; only pain, as though betrayed. Tae'loren's eyes never once left those of Roe'nor, ignoring Neras entirely. The hunter was not a proud elf, contrary to most his age. Bitterness, however, was a poison that did taint the noble elf's blood. He believed that the high elves could have tipped the balance in the Alliance's favor in that fateful battle and Illidan could have been pursued and somehow cleansed. In the hunter's eyes, they were children, gullible and naïve in their methods and actions, failing to truly analyze a situation.<br/><br/>Tae'loren closed his eyes slowly, suddenly, inhaling deeply. He reminded himself that this elf did not know who Tae'loren was, that he was over seven millennia old, and he was there to see the departure of the high elves. He also reminded himself that these elves, his brethren, could not help their condition; mana addiction was a serious threat to both sides, the only difference was that the night elves actually found other ways to adapt. Tae'loren wanted to console the elf, but the words would not form in his mouth.<br/><br/>Instead, the hunter's eyes locked with Roe'nor's once more, this time a bit gently. “Regardless of what you want to belief, we are brethren, and know that I am here by CHOICE.”<br/><br/>With that he accepted the blindfold once more. It was obvious that he was their first captive, prisoner, or unwanted guest, for though he was blindfolded, he was already counting steps, feeling the ground with his feet, attentive to different sounds at different intervals. Tae'loren had been a prisoner before, and had always either been rescued or had found a way to free himself. This time would be no different.<br/><br/>Once the blindfold was pulled away and Elariel's quarters revealed, the hunter couldn't help but smile. Though simple, her quarters were quaint and cozy, similar to the types of places the hunter stayed on long forays into foreign territory. The female's question surprised the hunter, but only for a moment.<br/><br/>A mischievous glint filled the hunter's eyes as he gazed upon Elariel, a smirk cracking his lips. He stated simply, “Only if you want me to.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>