Tae'loren sat by and simply listened, smiling as Elariel and Jelith discussed their magical mechanics and strategy. He retraced the many corridors of Black Temple in his mind; it was as though he hadn't considered the place in a year or more, when only several weeks had elapsed. The hunter was amazed that one individual could change his life and perspective with such great effect. As the two mages were finishing the details of the plan, Aeo'leth walked quietly into the room.<br/><br/>Tae'loren's smile widened and he rose, embracing his brother-in-arms. Aeo'leth returned the smile, sniffing at his hunter brethren. Tae'loren looked at him curiously. "You're starting to smell more and more like her." He didn't bother to whisper too low, knowing that Elariel's elven ears would pick up his words regardless. Tae'loren's face flushed, and even the blind demonhunter could feel the change in his kin. He reached up and touched Tae'loren's face, a sly grin breaking across his mouth. "Does the stoic hunter blush? Truly? Has the end finally arrived?" At this Tae'loren casually batted Aeo'leth's hand away.<br/><br/>Both walked back to the table where the mages sat, seating themselves and continuing to listen. They caught the discussion just in time to hear the mention of food. Both hunters looked at each other knowingly. "Perhaps a light meal. Wouldn't want to engage in combat and see spilled entrails right after eating, or arrive on the scene with a bloated stomach." Aeo'leth chuckled softly, then turned his head toward Elariel. "Thank you for what you're doing, Lady Mage. We are honored that you would sacrifice so much to uphold morality and unity."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>