Marcia listened to the older elf talk in silence. She wasn't quite sure what to make of the story at first. She'd assumed he would be a great warrior given his years, though since he was one of the few that came back this was likely still true. The rest of the humans though, sh shook her head at the thought of someone like the girls on the beach getting caught up in a war and suddenly realized how much of a losing proposition it probably was. "I see, it would be very dangerous at best and fatal to the village at worst."<br/><br/>The disguised elf sighed and rest her chin on her hands, "Though I can think of a few ways we might be able to do damage. If we don't have the manpower needed for fighting them it's all for naught." She realized how foolish that line of thinking was now, though something else he said was still nagging her. "You said there are things that change people. How so?" She assumed his leg was an example of this, but did not want to irritate him by bringing it up. The wound looked bad and it might be a sore spot for Silas.