"I thought you weren't planning on being subservient?" Elariel joked with a half smile as she assessed the condition of the meat. His offer to help seemed almost like an apologetic gift. She turned to look at the Night Elf. "If you wouldn't mind teaching me how to keep this from turning into charcoal that would be appreciated."<br/><br/>Elariel pulled the dagger out of her belt and sized up the meat. Her stomach rumbled, deep and insistent, and she begun to realise that her day had taken a toll on her body.<br/><br/>"I am not concerned about what you said to them," Elariel smiled once more as she spoke. "So far this is good. We have an agreement to allow you to stay, now the concern is keeping it that way. You've made an impression on them, that's for sure."<br/><br/>Elariel looked over to see that Aidyn and Tiern were busily mopping up the pool of blood and swatches of scales on the ground. They were doing a good job of appearing intent on their own task, but it was foolish to assume that they weren't listening in. Her smile turned tight lipped and she pointed her dagger at the carcass with a suggestive nod.<br/><br/>"After dinner I will go through some of the spare belongings we have and find you a bed roll and a blanket."<br/><br/>Elariel made the effort to change the subject. She knew that Aidyn and Tiern had agreed to keep Tae'loren alive, but she didn't want to wager that their consideration wouldn't be swayed if they heard something they didn't like. Her priorities at that stage were simple; stop her colleagues from turning against Tae'loren, and keeping the Hunter from turning against them. She was looking forward to eating dinner and then retreating to the privacy of her room so that she could escape the scrutiny of her colleagues and get more of an idea about Tae'loren's intentions.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>