Indeed, the question did seem to startle Aelor… but, after a moment of thought, he answered. He spoke of his wild-elvin kindred, the kagonesti… and how he left his people on a quest to find himself. Unfortunately, the only thing he truly found was hardships and the fact that the closest he felt to belonging, was when he was with his elven brethren. But, he feared that he changed so much, he could not go back… Dyami could understand Aelor’s predicament more then he could imagine… an adopted home… the feeling of being in a true family, yet something missing… and leaving… for such a long, long time… Oh, how she missed the Shadowblades. Aelor had stopped, embarrassed of his own words, and started helping Dyami with the ivy…. It was a pity, she was truly touched by his words. Humanity had all but ripped something of great value from Aelor… his innocence. But, even now she could see that he still was not completely broken. The way he looked through the forest… the trees… to most, (even Dyami herself) that is all they were… ordinary trees… but Aelor saw the trees as towers of true beauty. There were not many adults who could see such a thing. Dyami wondered if Aelor knew how fortunate he was to have such a gift… but before she could tell him so, Aelor himself spoke up. ''Now, tell my lady, why did you join our company?'' …Touché…. Well, it was only fair that Aelor was able to ask difficult questions of his own… Dyami choked down the urge to answer Because your group found me first, And decided to answer him with the same dignity and seriousness that he had shown her. Gathering her memories of the battle once more, Dyami took in a breath of air and answered… “Although it was Fate which brought me to spy upon the battle, it was the individuals within this party that drawn me toward your side. You see, when I was raised with the Shadowblade Klan, they taught me how to read the thoughts and behaviors of others through their actions. Because of such training, I now see people… differently…” Dyami struggled with a shrug and a light smile. She could feel herself fumbling for the correct words for her thoughts, but she couldn’t stop now, so she continued. “You could say, I have made it a life passion to understand others and their actions. Your group…. Our group… is a mystery to me. Each of you are so different from each other… yet, all fighting for a common goal. Most of us don’t even come from the country that we are risking our lives to protect. So different… so rare… When I was sitting there amongst the shadows, watching this odd company fighting and winning… I was intrigued, and wanted to learn more about you… how and why all of you came together, and your individual pasts… So I joined. I’m sorry if my reasoning is not as honorable as you expected. If it is any constellation, I can honestly say that I will not leave this group, no matter how much I learn. I am no longer an observer, I am one of you, and I would rather die then stand and watch one of my own walk into peril.” Dyami stopped, realizing that, like Aelor, she said more then what she intended… even more bothersome, was the fact that she practically called Aelor and the others her friends. She couldn’t remember the last time she trusted someone (let alone a group) enough to call them friends. Dyami decided that she would have to doublethink about how involved she wanted to become with this fellowship… before she or Aelor could speak, Dyami sensed someone quickly approaching… Dyami wouldn’t have enough time to tell whether this other was friend or foe before it was too late, so she took the safe approach. Sensing the other was now in range, Dyami kept her eyes on Aelor and took a dagger from her cloak…. In a sweeping motion, she threw the weapon, making sure that the blade should miss only by a foot or less of the stranger’s head. Only then did she turn to see who was approaching them… Max. The blind one… the silent one. “I apologize Max, I thought you were the enemy, coming to pick off a couple stragglers. If you are here to help, it would be appreciated. Three pairs of hands are better then two.” Dyami gave a smile although she was still unsure if Max could “see” it or not. Dyami herself was both relieved and disappointed. Although this was an opportunity to learn a bit more about the blind yet, skilled fighter, it was an end to the relatively deep conversation she was having with Aelor…. pity.