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Aaren nodded, listening to the more experienced elf. Clearly she knew what she was doing, much better than he did. A water magisprit, easy to kill, lived close to water. They had to be close, then; they had already seen a few lakes and a stream in the forest. The problem was finding out which one they needed to keep her from, really. He froze and looked up, though, when he heard another voice. He stiffened, one hand automatically moving to touch the blade of the sword on his back, ready to move up to grab it for a fight. But the elf, Tarwethial, made a motion for him to be quiet; she would handle it.

He listened carefully, noting that this human also had an elf with him. However, he soon revealed himself to be a dinlander, and not a human. Maybe the elf had noticed, but he certainly hadn't. And, even as he listened, he could find no difference between himself and this man; he could pass for a human anywhere, really. How could a dinlander be too much different from a human, if they looked so similar? He glanced away at the trees nearby when the dinlander suggested that they were mates, biting his tongue. He turned his attention back to the dinalnder and his elven companion.

"Actually, we're in something of a rush. I hope you can understand, but we've got somewhere we need to be. Bandits don't worry me too much." While his own sword wasn't quite as large as the dinlanders, it was still a pretty big sword, and he still needed both hands to wield it. But even so, he knew what he was doing, and was confident he could handle it if things turned around. He reached up a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, but only so that his hand was closer to the hilt of the sword, rather than the blade, if these two turned out to be trouble.