During the millenia that Tae'loren had been alive in this world, wisdom had taught him that silence was  often more appropriate than speech. He keenly observed the blood elves quarrel about their fallen, as well as the wisdom in allowing the hunter to remain among their ranks. It was quite apparent to the hunter that there was division among them, perhaps over leadership, or whom was responsible for the deaths of the fallen.<br/><br/>Tae'loren was also thankful for all of his years in training as a hunter, for they have made him perceptive, having properly gauged the blood elf mages. He knew there was no way for him to earn any type of favor with the Roe'nor or Neras, though thankfully he had acquired some form of acceptance from both Tiern and Aidyn; ultimately it would be Solarius that the hunter would have to watch, for though he had spoken to allow the hunters' presence, he was a prejudiced, pragmatic elf.<br/><br/>The hunter's keen golden eyes carefully observed the departure of each of the elves, allowing the threat from Roe'nor to fall on deaf elven ears; Tae'loren knew Roe'nor and Neras hated him, and he was already on alert in their presence. The only elf he was concerned with now was Elariel, for though he hadn't intentionally insulted her, he knew she might be harboring some anger over his brazen statement, and he most certainly knew that the other elves regarded him as arrogant.<br/><br/>He was about to offer his assistance to Tiern with cleaning up his mess, but Elariel's passing inquiry regarding the meat diverted his attention. He fell in step with her, for no other reason than to explain his words.<br/><br/>“Yes, it should be ready to cook, and if you wish, I can cook it for the group.” He offered a polite smile, then, looking around quickly, lowered his tone so even Elariel would barely hear him, “I'm sorry for my statement; I could not appear weak to them, despite my obvious disadvantage. They need to know that, while I may submit, I will not be subservient.”<br/><br/>The hunter stood pensive, awaiting Elariel's acceptance and understanding of his actions; she was, after all, his only ally right now and he could not afford to lose her due to trifle words.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>