Elariel rolled her eyes at Neras' rebuke. She had a strong feeling that this hunter was dangerous with or without his weapons. Roe'nor didn't seem bothered by it, he was more interested in what the hunter would tell them.<br/><br/>Elariel wasn't sure what she was expecting the Night Elf to say, but when he spoke she felt her chest tighten. Roe'nor's naturally sceptical expression turned into one of severe distaste as his lip curled.<br/><br/>"Our kind?" Roe'nor said, taking a step forward as his tall body stiffened. "How dare you? Where were your kind when Menethil and his undead horde destroyed our city? Where was that precious Alliance of yours when our families were being murdered?"<br/><br/>The anger in Roe'nor's voice made Elariel flinch. She had been in Silvermoon when a ripple of dread shivered through the ancient walls; the knowledge that none of the other races would come to their aid. She had been there during the devastation of Silvermoon, she had seen the Undead kill innocent people. Her family were among those numbered dead. It was unlikely that this Hunter had any personal involvement in the refusal of aid to her people, but it was ridiculous for him to refer to any collective sense of their kind.<br/><br/>"We are not your kind," Neras interjected, eyeing the Night Elf with distaste, "our ancestors split from your kind a long time ago when they found a superior path. What have you told him Elariel?"<br/><br/>"I told him that we could not conduct our business whilst he was conducting his," Elariel returned indignantly. "As I've said, he is the reason that the patrols have been increased. You wanted things to return to normal, and soon they will."<br/><br/>"You should not have brought him here." Roe'nor's voice was now a mix of anger and exasperation.<br/><br/>"What should I have done then?" Elariel asked, eyebrows furrowing at Roe'nor's tone. He was always like this,; he always acted as though he had all of the answers. He hadn't even known of the hunter, without Elariel's intervention the Night Elf would still be out there wreaking havoc.<br/><br/>"You should not have brought him here," Roe'nor repeated, this time with a grave inflection to his voice. Elariel knew beyond doubt what Roe'nor was insinuating.<br/><br/>"You should have killed him." At least Neras didn't bother with barely veiled insinuations.<br/><br/>"Why?" Elariel asked, arms crossed over her chest, hip jutting out to the side. "What would that prove? He is not our enemy."<br/><br/>Neras and Roe'nor looked at each other in a way that irritated Elariel. They shared a mutual look of confirmation; as if they acknowledged that they both expected as much of her.<br/><br/>"Yet I am sure he would not hesitate to slit your throat," Roe'nor said to Elariel.<br/><br/>"Yet he hasn't," Elariel snapped back. There was a tense silence between them for several moments as they all stubbornly refused to relent.<br/><br/>"Well we can't allow him to go free now. He knows of us and, when he is captured by his corrupted brother, he will have no qualms revealing our presence," Roe'nor had already made his decision about the Night Elf's fate, Elariel could tell. "You are the one who brought him here, so his fate is your responsibility. He is a risk to us and our purpose, you will need to dispose of him accordingly."<br/><br/>Elariel looked at the hunter out of the corner of her eye.<br/><br/>"Not everyone is an enemy Roe'nor!" Elariel warned, voice raising in anger. "He has been closer to Illidan and deeper into the heart of the  Black Temple than any of us! He might have the answers we are looking for, and you would kill him because his<i>race</i>did not come to our aid?"<br/><br/>Roe'nor's eyes lost their fire and turned to ice.<br/><br/>"Elariel, do not presume to-"<br/><br/>"No!" Elariel cut him off and raised a hand. "Age should have made you wise, but it has only proven your stubbornness."<br/><br/>Elariel took a step closer to the Hunter and puffed her chest out confidently.<br/><br/>"You may be the oldest and most experienced of our group but you are not the leader. We will wait until the others return and we will call a meeting. The others will see the wisdom of an ally that has gotten closer to our target than we ever have."<br/><br/>Elariel pulled the handkerchief out of her pocket again and turned, raising to her toes and putting it around the Hunter's head from the side this time, although at this stage she made no concession for gentleness or propriety.<br/><br/>"Everyone lost people they have loved. It is no excuse to hate everything in world," Elariel hissed before leading the Hunter back into the blinding light of day.<br/><br/>This time Elariel led the hunter to her own quarters in the farm house. It was a longer walk than the one from the silo to the barn, and it was long enough for Elariel to calm her mood. She was still angry, but she was no longer buzzing with the energy of it.<br/><br/>As she led him up the steps, Elariel was already considering what to tell the others. She knew she would have to make a compelling case to encourage the others to be willing to work with the hunter, and she knew that it would be heavily based on his willingness to comply with their needs. That, unfortunately, was something she knew she couldn't count on. After weaving quickly through the small farm house she entered her room and shut the door behind them. She threw up several protective wards around the room which were in addition to the ones already placed on the house and then pulled off his blind fold. It would be near impossible for the hunter to escape from their base without drawing a lot of attention. Despite the fact that she had stormed out of the barn she knew that both Neras and Roe'nor would be keeping watch of her now in case trouble arose. And with the magical wards reinforcing the surprisingly sturdily build shack, it was as good a place as any to keep a captive in these wilds.<br/><br/>Her room was simple, one bed roll in the corner, a pack beside it, and several books and scrolls piled neatly up on top of an old barrel. After Katrin's demise she was the only female in the party, so she no longer needed to share her room. The others, four males in addition to Roe'nor and Neras, were cramped into two rooms. In there it was difficult for them to walk as the floor was covered with bed rolls. Despite Elariel's insistence that it was ridiculous for her to not share her room, they all declined. Even after their travels they still held tight to some courtly graces.<br/><br/>"So, are you going to slit my throat?" Elariel asked conversationally as she unclipped her cloak and threw it into the corner.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>