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The elf blinked once as he put an arrow into the other man before responding dryly.
"I am regretful to have done that." The words sounded like an apology, the tone was of annoyance as if it was somehow the other's fault he had shot him. He shouldered his bow and lifted the box. It was rather heavy, the diamond in this diadem was nearly the size of a human's fist, no doubt part of the reason he was tasked with ensuring it returned to the king.
"However, all things considered, it shall not matter in the long run. Soon, you shall be deceased and I shall be far from here. Farewell, human." Enough of the box was visible to make it clear what the mercenary was carrying. About his thin neck he wore a single kerchief in deep red, a symbol of the mercenary group working for the city, The Red Dogs. Very few if any of them remained now but when the king hired them, it had been a group one hundred strong. He turned on his heel at the last moment, glancing toward the injured human.

"Would you be so courteous as to point me the direction of your crypts?" It was asked in so dry and calm a tone it was hard to believe this elf was speaking in the middle of an enormous battle as great stones slammed into the buildings in the districts around them, flames sprung up from anything wooden, and screams and shouting echoed back and forth.