[Daren]

Sure there were a number of things he could have done to the little light elf that he thought for sure wasn't going to make it to the camp let alone through the night. But truth of it was this whole war bored him, there were so many things he had wanted to do when he was younger and before the war broke out and seemed to destroy everything he had once cherished. Now he lived each day expecting to be sent out on some impossible mission, one of them he knew for sure would end his life. Not that this fact stopped him from proceeding with each contract that was given to him. Sure he wanted something out of life, but the truth of it was he never recovered from the tragedy that fell upon the two races some years ago.

Normally he kept to himself save two certain elves that were as close to family and friends as he had left. Neither of them ever giving up or letting Rhyldrin get too far without having some form of contact with the living world. If Rhyldrin had a say in it he'd stay to himself and avoid any contact with his fellows, but they just refused to let him vanish that long. Madaes was one of them and the other was his wife Neimi. Both had known Rhyldrin and his family for what seemed to be forever, so giving up on him now would make it all seem like a waste.

Madaes was one of the top wizards under the Queen's command, he didn't enjoy giving orders or else he could be labeled as the head of the magic division. His wife Neimi however was the head of the cleric's and medical wing. Seeing as both Rhyldrin and Madaes commonly returned from whatever task they set out to do wounded she had scolded them both more times then she cared to count. Her fear was that one or the other of them wouldn't return one day, it was a fact she didn't want to face up to as she tried to keep them both in good health. Even if Rhyldrin normally refused her help and took to tending to most of his wounds himself.

Today was no different from any other to him. After the run in with the odd little archer he had never bothered to think twice about. If he had known who the archer was or that it was a female he might have taken different actions... War did have a way of changing people and it had been going on long enough. But today he was finding himself without work. After turning in the symbol from the last contract completed, the Queen said she had no further orders at the present time.

Being left to his own will he found he hated having such free time. It made the days pass by so slowly, sure he could go out and kill some Light elf troops but where was the fun in that? He wanted something to challenge him. Madaes was with him this time around as he walked through the thicket with little to no care. Most of the Light elves that had heard of the assassin with the scar on his face knew better then to test their luck, if he left you alive or didn't start the fight don't invoke one. Of course this was never spoken of in the Light elf camps if someone did cross him and didn't try to kill him, their general would kill them himself probably.

"You know.. you could go back to picking up where your father left off on his work." Madaes said before getting a glare from Rhyldrin. "heh just a thought.." He muttered a little still following the other knowing that conversation was hardly to be expected. Though it did hurt to see his friend like this, someone he had known from childhood. Rhyldrin didn't always use to be like this or hate the world around him, no... it just took one day to break him. The same day that the war started and took everything he had bothered to car about away.