Tara need not have worried – Parne was simply twisting the truth some what until he was certain upon what side their way layers found their allegiances laying, if indeed they even knew themselves. He was not about to show his hand straight away – at least until it proved necessary or more to the point beneficial to do so. Still, it seemed the mortal girl would play along – although he did notice out of the corner of his eye that she stopped and looked at him upon him calling her his apprentice. Hopefully those that had surrounded them would not notice the look – otherwise it would prove to be a rather big indication that he wasn’t exactly telling the whole truth…<br/><br/>With these thoughts on his mind, her movement to take an item out of the pouch at her side came too quickly for him to stop her – wincing slightly as she pulled back her hand, hoping that these particular creatures didn’t use any sorts of poisons upon their weapons. ‘I’d keep your movements to the bare minimum for the time being Tara…’ he said quietly – his eyes assessing the wound for any sign that there was anything upon whatever had caused the damage to her hand. Poisons were oft to leave behind traces upon a wound, and he was relieved that he saw no outward sign of this – although it didn’t rule out magic.<br/><br/>When the mouthpiece for the group finally made its presence known some way in front of them, Parne crossed his arms slowly across his chest – a rather cruel looking smirk spreading across his fine lips as he studied the creatures. ‘If you’d care to try me one on one, I’d be only too happy to show you that the Sidhe are as strong today as ever they were… Of course, there wouldn’t be much left of you afterwards…’<br/><br/>It probably wasn’t the most diplomatic way to work out of the current situation, but as Tara might realise he wasn’t one to be intimidated or belittled.