<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div>If the elf decided that he would be coming back it would be imperative that he didn't forget anymore names. He gave her a gentle nod when she asked, even though it was sarcastic as well as rhetorical, it was somewhat the truth. Even though he was adjusted to her, his leg still tensed under her touch, skin becoming taut underneath his pants. Jiroph locked eyes on her again and said,<strong>"I'm glad to hear it."</strong>The eyes followed her up to the busty elf, where then he noticed that she was no coming towards him. He hadn't the honor of meeting the one who owned the bar yet, and here she was. She sat on the other side of the table which was somewhat of a relief for him, he wouldn't have to fear that she would do anything but talk.<br/><br/>The elf nodded when she correctly spoke his name, and shook it when she apologized.<strong>"It's only as well that none got hurt."</strong>But as she continued it was painfully spoken that one had been hurt, the casualty Erica. He was still for a moment, simply staring at her when she said that she had died fighting Imperial soldiers. For a moment he sat in silence, eyes dilating and contracting but continuing to keep its gaze on her.<strong>"Why are you apologizing?"</strong>If there was anything, he should have been the one saying sorry. He had left the bar before any harm could befall him, and although it was irrational to think so, at the moment he believed that if he hadn't left so hastily perhaps she would have survived. For a majority of his life he killed, and he continued to, but the one time he had an opportunity to save someone's life, come to find out, he had squandered it to be sure he wasn't noticed. He didn't even know that it had happened. All of this was thought while she was quietly sobbing.<br/><br/><strong>"Imperial soldiers? Then I'd have to say the apology was given by the wrong party."</strong>He stood up, countenance turning stony and eyes alighting with some kind of murderous glare. His hand was on his sword handle, and the view finders were surveying the area once again. He knew not if anyone here could be some kind of spy, or anything of the like. At that point his mind had gone into the irrational side, believing that perhaps they could get stormed again right then and there. Although he wasn't the kind to typically offer sentiments while he walked, slowly and with purpose past her, his free hand landed on her shoulder, not gripping it nearly as tightly as his sword. The light squeeze he had put upon her wouldn't hurt, but it probably wasn't comfortable for the quick second he had done it. Buried on the far side of town... Wait a minute. The cemetery wasn't nearly close enough to the walls to be considered on the far side. He quickly looked down at Lyari.<strong>"There is no cemetery there."</strong>Erica had perhaps trusted him, and he had barely begun to let his guard down. Now she was dead, and he had done not a thing about it.