There was nothing the hunter could do to prevent a subtle smirk from creeping onto his mouth. One of the first attributes one acquired when learning the art of being a hunter or ranger was when to maintain silence; now was a perfect time to display such discipline. Tae'loren stood attentive, though out of the way of roaming eyes, keen elven ears attuned to every pitch in each elfs' voice, trained on the inflections of each word.<br/><br/>Immediately he liked Tiern, if no other reason than his pragmatism; he wanted Tae'loren to stay in the group simply so he would not be required to perform meanial tasks any longer, which was fine by the hunter; anything to preserve his life. He also like Aidyn because of his mischievous personality. Yes, the elf was mature and experienced, but Tae'loren could tell that he wasn't so single-minded that he could not perceive the value in new opportunities. Solarius, despite his assesment of the hunter, was still a wild card in Tae'loren's mind, simply because of his prejudice. While he could tell that Solarius perceived the value of the hunter as a means to an end, he did not put it past the elf to decide to dispose of the hunter once his purpose had run it's course. Elariel, oddly enough, he did not question, for though he believed her loyalty rested with her group, he also believed that she truly perceived the value of an alliance, and possible friendship with mutual purpose. While the count was the majority, he still wanted to at least earn the consent of Roe'nor and Neras.<br/><br/>“My purpose is the same as yours: I want to slay Illidan and purge the Fel power that corrupts this land and feeds the Undead. Once this is finished, I will depart, perhaps even retire. As for trusting me, you've seen my skill and my weapons. I was alone with Elariel for several hours; I could have killed her and escaped, but I chose not to, because I believe we can help each other to achieve a mutual goal. Let my words and my actions be a testament to the level of trust you place with me.”<br/><br/>The hunter hoped, and prayed, that the wisdom of the several millenia he has resided in this world would be seen in his words. He may not be a philosopher, and was truly glad he was not, but he understood life, and the general ambitions of all living creatures: survival. With Illidan entrenched in his compound, this world would never be able to heal.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>