The flash of irritation in Tael'loren's eyes was concerning. It reminded Elariel of the way he looked when he put his kin to sleep and slaughtered Illidan's minions. It was temporary though, showing that he had excellent control of his external emotional cues. She wasn't sure if he was calm on the inside, but on the outside he could have been meditating. When he spoke she listened carefully and tried to keep the frown from her face. She could see his eyes flicker around the room, assessing the situation he was in thoroughly. She withdrew the offer of her water skin and put it on the floorboards beside her.<br/><br/>"You are asking me to tell you the story of others without offering anything in kind," Elariel said, voice clear and firm. She took a deep breath to steady her annoyance at his demands. "Nevertheless I think that you could help us greatly, and I think you might find us useful in some ways also."<br/><br/>"So, I am willing to trust you. More than I should..." Elariel's hesitation was in earnest. She watched Tae'loren and realised that he was a calm ocean on top, but could have been hiding a whirlpool beneath his surface. Either way she knew what she needed to do to earn his assistance, even if it didn't sit entirely well with her.<br/><br/>"Roe'nor is the oldest and most experienced of us all,  but he also has that arrogance that comes with such a venerable age." Elariel's left eyebrow quirked up suggestively. "I'm sure you are familiar with what I mean. He has thousands of years of experience in spell casting and is the child of the original exiles, two of the founders of Quel'thalas. He is talented in all schools of magic, but leans more towards the arcane. As for his spells? Who knows. Today he wasn't expecting to trek to the temple so he is probably equipped more defensively."<br/><br/>At the start, divulging the information was difficult. By the time she had described Roe'nor she found the words coming a little earlier.<br/><br/>"Neras has had almost a millennium and a half to perfect his craft He is incredibly skilled with frost spells. He is unpredictable though, you need to watch him. Solarius is not yet one thousand... He, like Roe'nor, leans towards the arcane. He is extremely talented, but if you put a mirror up in front of him then he will no longer be a threat." Elariel smiled to herself as she pictured Solarius; white hair, violet eyes, looks that could kill and a level of conceit to match. Elariel then leaned back, placing her hands behind her for support.<br/><br/>“Aidyn is over a thousand years old, but only has three-hundred so years of experience as a mage. He used to be a rogue and came to the calling later in his life. You need to watch him; he is wicked quick and favours any spell that enables him to disappear and then reappear and wreak absolute havoc. Particularly if it involves fire. His fighting skills are also superb. Teirn is the last of our group here. He has been training as a mage since his early years; about four hundred years of experience? He is the youngest of the males, but still powerful. He is more academic though and has taken on a protector role in our group. He favours Frost though and is great at keeping fights manageable for us.”<br/>Elariel looked at Tae’loren appraisingly. She already felt partially traitorous by sharing this information.<br/><br/>“I know you asked for the spells they have prepared, but I truly don’t know. They change their rotations depending on what the plans are for the day or week. Teirn, Aidyn and Solarius were hunting today, so I dare say their spells were geared to help them with that. Neras and Roe’nor are more likely to be defensive.”<br/><br/>Elariel looked to the shuttered window and noticed that the room around them was darkening. It was almost time to go.<br/><br/>“We all managed to survive the destruction of our city, and we were all there to witness it. I have no doubt that you are strong, and incredibly dangerous when you choose to be, but I also know that our team is powerful too.”<br/>Elariel got to her feet and brushed her hands on her robes. She looked down at Tae’loren, hoping to see some sign of his decision on his face.<br/><br/>“Are you coming?” She asked, reaching into her pocket and retrieving the blind fold. “You probably should. This cottage looks weak and worn down, but it has the wards of nine mages woven into the wood. If I were you, and I wanted to make a clean break, I’d wait until I was outside. Fewer wards out there, you see.”<br/><br/>Elariel offered him a hand to help him up, even though she knew he didn’t need it. It was really an offer of an agreement.<br/><br/>“And I’m sure you’re much faster than I am.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>