Tae'lo'ren could do nothing but stand idly by and listen to the blood elves discuss how to proceed with the knowledge they were able to glean from the Black Temple. Fortunately, listening was one of the skills the hunter excelled at. He listened for tone, for word use, for syntax, for inflection. He knew his input would not be welcomed, so he remained silent, critically analyzing their discussion, much as how they intended to analyze the information. Tae'lo'ren also took the time to bask in the feeling of fresh, cool water against his skin. Before he'd been caught by the alluring Elariel, it had been two or three days since he had bathed, having been out scouring Shadowmoon Valley and then Black Temple. Some may not understand the significance of this, but when one is out fighting, sweating, trudging through all kinds of dirt, liquid mixtures, and rocky formations, two or three days feels like just as many weeks.<br/><br/>The night elf was not surprised to hear Teirn recommend sharing the information with their guild, for it was natural to fall back on the familiar when encountering the unfamiliar. The hunter still respected the blood elf, for at least he was open about his thoughts. Elariel's outburst did catch the hunter by surprise, but only momentarily, and only because he didn't know why. Naturally, he assumed that there was a falling-out between the members, and knowing her perspective, it was likely she was the target of that falling-out. He wanted to place a comforting hand on her shoulder to console her, but he knew better; he was still among blood elves that hadn't released their prejudice.<br/><br/>Once they had finished drying and dressing, the others naturally segregating themselves from the night elf, they sat down to a warm meal. Again, Tae'lo'ren ate with appreciation, for this was, by far, the best meal he'd eaten in a week, having nothing by trail rations on his exploration. His elven ears were attentive to the continued conversations among the blood elves regarding the information, and he opening laughed at Aidyn's comment, opening clapping him on the shoulder. He then resumed eating as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. He continued to listen, and as Solarius spoke, he looked at the aged mage with respect, for Solarius did not speak with narcissism or malice, but with simple logic.<br/><br/>As the mages began to design their communal circle, Tae'lo'ren watched with curiosity. He was attentive to how some parts received greater focus than others. He looked to Elariel and smiled at her concerned comment. “Perhaps I'll step outside to ensure nothing disturbs any of you.” Once they began, he did indeed retire, but not within the cabin; he went outside, withdrawing a small communal stone that linked him directly to Ae'oleth. “How are you, brother?”<br/>“Well. Those we liberated are recovering, though some were too far gone and had to be slain. Are you well? Why are you contacting me this way?”<br/>“I may need you to teleport to me. Two of the elves are unwilling to listen to alternative methods of analyzing the information and are influencing the others. I fear that the information will be used to intensify the blood elves' fel power, and I cannot allow that. However, I don't think I could face four of them on my own.”<br/>There was a bit of movement before Ae'oleth spoke. “I am ready now. Speak and I will be beside you.”<br/>Tae'lo'ren paused in consideration. “Not yet. I will leave this channel open, and I'll let you use your best judgment if they remain unwilling to listen.” Tae'lo'ren then replaced the small stone, about the size of his pinky fingernail, and walked back into the cabin, assuming a meditative state.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>