Zaer stood back a bit away from the pair of elven females as the light elf helped the storm elf sit up agains the wall. Apparently using her magic to help escape had taken a greater toll on him than he had thought. It really showed how weak the members of the other tribes could be. He leaned against the opposite wall, folding his arms across his broad chest as he waited for them to get ready to move. "Hurry up, would you? The guards here are lax, but not that lax..."<br/><br/>Once the healing was finally down and they started mentioning weapons, a smirk appeared on the fire elf's face. He was afraid for a moment that he would have to search for the place to retrieve his weapons on his own. When the light elf holds the torch up to him, asking if he could make a weapon, he shook his head. "I'm no miracle worker. It would take time to make that into a real weapon. We'll just have to make do with it as it is now. And you had better hold on to it." She would likely need something once the guards came. Speaking of which, he turned his head at the sound of footsteps, and grinned. It fell though, when the storm elf spoke directly to him, telling him to go easy on them. His lips curled into a scowl. "I don't recall ever agreeing to take orders from you." he growled out, staring at her only long enough to let his eye sweep up and down her form. She was a beauty, no doubt about it. Too bad she had such an attitude problem, he thought.<br/><br/>He moved behind her, being quiet as well. It wasn't that he was following her orders, but she did have a good point. They wouldn't have a chance if the guards raised the alarm. Once they reached the door to the guard chamber, he cracked his knuckles, the grin on his face returning. Even if he did not kill the guards, it would be nice to get some payback.