While the elf had been busy setting up the tent and the few others that were around were busy with a proper fire, Nahvariik had spotted himself a tree to lean on so he wouldn't be in the way of the other mercenaries, yet allowing him to keep a trained eye on the unconscious woman as well as the surrounding area. But a minute or so in, his mind slightly began to wander...
The last time he had seen the young elf was similar to how it was now, him in charge of a band of adventurers and soldiers, with the Drakaani serving as their guide. He had encountered them while they were touring his Motherland. What he would do to see his much missed lands once again-
The mage from earlier had approached him, in a more relaxed stance, her words snapping the fighter away from the past.
"I apologize for my initial aggression. Friends are so rarely found so far out, more than likely you find enemies instead. Surely you understand?" The words of an apology formed from her mouth, and Nahvariik had noticed a smile forming on her lips. It was weak, but it was there nonetheless.
Nahvariik recognized the apology for what it was, and accepted it in silence, a quick, but sure, nod being the only acknowledgement given.
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A good amount of time had passed, the elf finished with setting up the tent and the mage had laid their injured to rest. A small fire was lighting up the area as a ward to fend off most of the swamp's inhabitants, its warmth resonating an aura of safety for the mercenaries. Nahvariik never had to depend on such a light source for safety when he was a youngblood, and the same applied to him here as well.
Razeluxe commented on the Drakaani's fierce protection over their young member, making it somewhat into a joke. "Aye, and you would be correct on that." The fighter replied as such, before being asked to explain on why he wanted her to leave. "You probably misunderstood, I approve of her staying with your group. She's in good hands with you." Nahvariik paused for a moment to gather the correct words to avoid another possible misunderstanding. "If she goes somewhere, I'll be there to keep her out of trouble."
The mage had finally spoken up, chiding the elf which had pulled a silent chuckle from the fighter, then her words focused upon him. "Well, aren't you a feisty one, so full of... spunk. Raze, who is this mage that you picked, up? I like her." The Drakaani called out in an upbeat, friendly voice, directing a quick wink towards the mage.