Ikstone chuckled to himself as the wounded elf just looked at him in disbelief. "Did you just..." The elf trailed off as she laid there, stunned. "You elves aren't the only ones with a sence of humor-humor." Ikstone replied. "What are you told in your-your culture about us?" Ikstone asked with a frown. "Well for starters, we are told that you are ravonous, disease ridden, rat men that like nothing more than killing and eating." The elf used to be shure this was true but now, shes questioning it. Ikstone had an expression of both offense and a bit of understanding. "well I could see how you all would think-think that. Except for the disease ridden part-part." The elf grimaced, "Then explain the boils we see on the scaven!" Ikstone snarled, "Last time I checked I was healthy-healthy, just stay away from clan pestilins and you will be fine-fine!" The elf huffed, "So your saying that most of you are one clan?" Ikstone gave an annoyed sigh, "If you are refuring to the scaven slaves then yes-yes they are infected, but they are not all pestilins. Pestilins embrase disease and use-use it for war." "What clan are you?" The elf questioned. "Clan Eshin." He said. The elf started to relize if she wanted to live she had to show the assassin kindess. "Sorry for thinking you all were sick." she apoligized. Ikstone stayed silent as he kept rummaging through suplise. There was a silence for a while, the type of silence when you dont know what to say next. "What is your name?" The elf wanted to make shure that he wouldnt kill her. "Not-not important."
Well that's comforting. The elf dicided not to press the subject.
* Le time skip*
They have been in the cave for a while now. The elf is still bed ridden and the sun is getting low. "I will be back-back" said Ikstone. "Where are you going?" The elf was a bit nervous about being alone.