"Well at least you know the graces of a good drink." Onyx said with a chuckle. "And don't be shy about yer talents laddie, a good archer and tracker is always helpful in the field. You put the arrows in them, I keep them from killing you, it's a mutally beneficial arrangement." She could tell there was the typical disdain that she was used from the forest folk as she was taught to think of the elves, but she wondered if it was because he thought she was as simple sell sword or her accent.<br/><br/>She'd gotten a lot of haughtiness from the pointed eared because of her proper manner of speaking, she thought to herself as she drank deeply from her mug. Just so long as he did his job and didn't let his mooning over the witch's fair features distract him from the job he can feel free to look down that slender nose.<br/><br/>"So we know our jobs, grand. No problems there, and we'll be fine in the field."<br/><br/><br/>