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Nacola Hawksblood

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Nacola watched the exchange of coins and thought about her own stash of hidden trinkets and baubles she had taken from her prey. She said nothing of it to her new companions. They would find it another excuse to look down on her. She was lost out in this world, things that were commonplace to her, where viewed wildly different than others.

At least the priest had gotten to know her, she wasn't too bad, not really. He had taught her about his religion, they had saved a village from destruction. She was not evil, she was just uneducated in civilization. The barbarian had left with about as much bluster as he had coming into this mess. Good riddance.

It seemed the female elf was next to leave, she did not want to deal with a wild one such as herself. Still she tilted her head, why did she call the tall one crazy? It mattered not, she took her things and left. Now she stood with the one that got her to lose her focus in the first place. Two little words that had gotten her further in this mess in the first place.

Nacola's joke went over his head and she laughed softly. "I don't mind traveling in the dark, you won't need to worry about a fire." He asked her name and she paused, he was actually trying. She could respect him at least a little, even if he belittled her quite a bit. "Nacola is my name, well met elf-kin"
 
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Daeren Olaris

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Sun twinkled through the canopy of tree leaves as Dawn progressed to mid-morning. The forest elf had begun the ambush well into the night and daylight was upon them. It would take quite the detour for the pair of them to arrive at the fishing village after nightfall. Though she wasn’t likely lying either. The swiftness of the attack the night prior spoke to how well the forest she-elf could traverse in the darkness. Daeren himself was not one in tune with nature in such a similar way.

In the growing daylight, the Gutter Prince examined his remaining companion with a searching gaze. Emerald eyes glided from her face to her feet and back up again. So ferocious for one so small. But this Nacola spoke true. She was elf. And that made her friend for the time being. “Nacola,” the male elf repeated to himself before extending a hand in greeting, “I am Daeren Olaris. Well met, Elf. Though it remains to be seen if we are kin.” A wiry smirk hinted that the man merely was referring to their clearly different cultures.

Tilting back his head, Daeren looked skyward at the angle of the light and then down at the rugged forest path. General knowledge, memories of maps, and local instinct told him that the fishing village and lake port was somewhere nearby. Maybe a few hours at most. But one never knew how the terrain changed between theory and practice. Pointing forward with a gloved hand, the male elf declared, “That way. Follow me.” That was his Nobility tone anyway. “Have you ever been to a settlement in these woods?” Daeren asked with a look over his shoulder. “Enough to be recognized or know the difference?”

A two-pronged question that demurred on the worst of them both. If peasants knew her as a monster, no hamlet would accept their welcome. That and if Daeren got them a little off the path, perhaps she knew a better way. A dark thought wondered if Nacola might even steer them astray for her own selfish - and hungry - ends.

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Nacola Hawksblood

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Nacola could feel the first real warm rays of sun trickling through the canopy. It would be a warm day, no smell of rain on the horizon. The tips of the trees swayed gently in the breeze and she cast a side eye to her new companion. He intrigued her, he was a city elf that didn't immediately denounce her way if life, though she could tell his didn't approve.

It didn't really matter if he approved or not, it was her way of life. It was something not so easily changed. She had learned quite a few things from the priest, but her time with him was limited. Daeren held out his hand as he introduced himself, and she slid her hand into his. It was an action still foreign to her, but still she returned the gesture if not awkwardly.

"All elf are kin, it doesn't matter the walk of life. You may disagree.." She shrugged and glanced at him again. "But that does not matter. Where I come from, our villages are close knit. We bathe together, eat together, fight together. It's a shame you city born don't."

His voice was commanding, and it irked her. He would lord himself over her? He would learn, she would make it so. "No one should recognize me. I'm very good at what I do Daeren." She gave him a snide grin, though a glimmer of amusement was in her violet eyes.

"If we get lost, which I'm sure we won't, I have full confidence we'll get to where we need to. You've seen my hawk form, it's easy enough to ride the wind and look ahead." They walked in silence for a time and she grew curious. "So you will not pursue my bounty like that other elf talked about?"
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Daeren Olaris

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Cultural differences were stark when the grip of the handshake was awkward and cumbersome. Daeren furrowed his brow and looked down at her best attempt at matching a normal greeting among city-dwellers of the Empire. Starker still, Nacola said her people eat and even bathed together. Did they dwell in a central hut like goblins or orcs? Exile Elves had adapted to human-centric styles, certainly, but Daeren believed that before the Great Rending, elven civilization matched and exceeded human architecture and customs. Living among the wilds seemed… impossible. His gaze glanced over her person once more, perhaps a bit longer than necessary. She was elf. Perhaps that was enough to make them kin.

At least the villagers of these lands wouldn’t recognize her. Or so Nacola claimed. Her cocky grin made the Gutter Prince roll his eyes privately as they trudged through the forest. Peasants were more likely to make whatever haunted them more beastly and large with each retelling. But they wouldn’t forget what they truly saw. Even if they didn’t fully recognize her, the arrival of two elves was often disliked among most humans.

“And how will I know you won’t just fly off and leave me lost in the woods?” Daeren asked without looking to his current companion. Wouldn’t have been the first time a partner had left him for dead.

Time passed sleepily as the duo walked through trees of all shapes and sizes, their boots (or feet in her case) marked the path behind them in the dirt. The male elf was content with the quiet as he had an eventful night prior - even received a wound - and it felt calmer on his exhausted nerves. A question broke the silence his long ears were enjoying but it wasn’t an annoying one. Daeren glanced over at Nacola and blinked twice at her. He faces forward again, his jaw shifting to one side in thought.

“No,” the male elf finally said with certainty, “I don’t hunt elves for human coin. Our race is scattered and dwindling enough as it is.” The Gutter Prince didn’t sigh and slouch his shoulders, but he might as well have. Elves were a more fractious people than humans - and maybe only second to Orcs. Even among the four elves that met last night, only two kept together if only temporarily. Daeren commited himself to unifying the elves of all types and retaking the homeland. Although his coin purse was light as the feathers on Nacola’s avian form, hunting his own kind was a level he would never stoop to.

A particularly large route curled out of the soil like a writhing snake. Grasping both straps of his pack, the Gutter Prince carefully stepped over it and turned to watch Nacola attempt the same. He didn’t want her falling and eating mud. “Are you not going to devour me like so many others then either?” Daeren asked in return, with some disdain in his voice.

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