Medius looked at the elven sorceress in the tent entrance while the other elf (who looked similar to the sorceress, probably siblings) rambled on through the greetings. She looks familiar. Like I've seen her somewhere before, but where? He thought to himself. He wasn't expecting the male elf shout to get ready for battle so soon. He decided to sit this one out and watch from the edge of the battle field. He watched as the sorceress drew pass him, brushing her hand against his as she left and looking him briefly in the face, in thought about her magic. Medius followed the small group of odd warriors to where they had been called. He stopped in the shadows of a large tree and watched the battle unfold in front of him. He watched steel clash, magic sizzle through the air, heard shouts of pain and victory and then the shout for retreat. The Dark Knight spy decided to see how many of the small band returned. He soon realized three of them not with the rest of the group and decided to go in search for them. He soon found the familiarl dark elf and who was apparently her brother. The male elf had a mortal wound in his stomach and was being cradled by his sister in his final moments before his soul was released to the next part of its journey. He watched as the two dark elves sat in the small clearing until he heard footsteps on the opposite side of the couple. A human male came up to the elf maid, put his hand on her shoulder and started making unheard promises. Medius was glad to see her shrug them off. When he had left she set fire to her brothers body and started to make her way back to the camp. Medius decided to make himself seen, "May I accompany you back to camp?" He asked politely.