Draiss was silent for the rest of the flight, aware that the elves seemed to be mourning the loss of one of their own. Upon landing on the tree, Draiss dismounts, and thanks the owl and rider for the smooth flight, remembering that similar owls back home were as smart as some people, and could understand, even if they could not talk. He then moved over to join the others, and murmured softly, "Well, the circumstances of our arrival make me half glad I am wearing black, and half wishing I was in<strong>almost</strong>any other color."