As Dyami was searching the demon, she could hear the heated words between the two brothers. Soon, she could hear fists flying and more words passed in their elven language. She could feel the hatred of Svartnir… and of Aelor. Both of their hatred was toward her. Dyami could have cursed her loose language. Even though she has been with this other group for some time, she still thought with the critical mind of an assassin. And why wouldn’t she? She has only been under the wing of a powerful assassin clan for nearly all her life. Still… her words had no heart, and it was unfair for the elf to hear them, and the unconscious mage as well…. Especially since in truth, Dyami did feel pity for the mage as well. Not too long later, the group started marching once more to the veil of vipers. The terrain was getting steep and increasingly rocky, and the air was getting increasingly colder. The lower temperature seemed like the only refuge from the mixture of emotions the others were giving off in their movements and energy. Hatred mixed with joy… an overall feeling of awkwardness to say the least… The group was gaining in number, (Dyami was pleasantly surprised that even Stag decided to stay around, although she did not know exactly why yet) but it seemed they were losing strength in closeness. Such a problem could easily be their downfall. As night fell, Dack finally decided to stop for camp within the protection of a small fir forest. A fire was started and the rest sat and waited for sleep to take them. It was a good a time as any. The kagonesti brothers were sitting off to the side and watching over the resting black mage. Dyami went toward them and perched herself on the ground beside Svartnir… He wouldn’t even glance at her, but after a few moments of her just sitting there, waiting patiently, he finally spoke up. “I do not wish to speak to you at this moment, please leave...” He said in a polite, but stony tone. “Then simply listen.” Dyami answered in a calm voice, watching the mage’s form instead of the brothers. “I apologize for my words earlier. I was thinking out loud… logically… critically… with no heart. They were the words of a trained assassin who has killed many to survive and would do whatever must be done to protect the comrades she was… is with. You would be surprised how many times pity for one life has led to the death of many in my line of work.” This was an understatement. No one minded double-crossing an elite assassin and his or her team. Back then, the only one a shadowblade could trust was another shadowblade… another member of their family. “It is obvious that you are one who believes in withholding judgment on those you don’t fully know or understand. I wish that you may be able to do the same for me….” Dyami stood and started to head deeper into the forest. She did not look at Svartnir so she could not read his reaction… doing so would be rude at such a moment anyway. “Oh,” Dyami stopped, remembering something. “And next time my words offend you, turn your fist towards me instead of your brother. Seeing you two fight… it’s like an act against nature itself.” And with that, she was gone. In the shadows she could hear Stag’s voice rise from wherever he was and Dyami decided to sit within the branches close to him and listen… wrapped within the fir’s darkness, she did what Dyami did best: watch, listen, and guard.