"The way she reacted makes me think she has little fighting experience. The only reason she got the high elf is because she had the element of surprise. It is true that she was well supplied with poison, but this time we'll be watching, and waiting. All I need to know is that she has combat experience or not?" Tristane blurts out, a little embarrassed of his mistake. He shakes his head and goes back to fixing his bow.

Actually she's not part of the brotherhood anymore... she kinda killed the listener... yaaaa she's a bit crazy *fake laughs then looks at them* she kind of helped me when I ran away from home when I was ten she has been here for me ever sense we were kids and now... well I can't explain it

"So why did she try to kill you? If she didn't have a contract, and she's supposed to be your friend, then why would she do something like that?"

like I said she's crazy besides she was tring to scare you guys so she could take your stuff

"To take our stuff?" Arenden asked. "She looked like she wanted you dead."

Yea she's insane *grabs sword and bow* She's changed alot in fifteen years

"I'd say we prepare if she is a threat." Tristane cuts in, still pulling at his new drawstring. "Although I'm not sure if I'm sticking around much longer."

*hears leaves shake and looks at the woods to see cold ice blue eyes in the shadows of a tree then gets up looking mindless and walks toward the trees*

"She ran away and hasn't come back. I hope it's the last we'll see of her."

Tristane, ignorant of the watchful eyes in the forest, asks where Erindil is going. He turns to the forest but does not see anything. He starts to sit down on a nearby rock.

*disappears into the trees and a crashing sound fall owed by a thud and two voices come from the woods*

"We have a dunderhead on our hands, dunmer." Tristane says as he picks up his bow and quiver and heads into the woods. "Let's go."

*stands beside a tree face to face with the white and black furred Khajjit looking strait into her ice blue eyes* Ahzira... It's been a while... How have you been? *tries to talk casually*

Tristane silently positions himself into a nearby tree, bow at the ready. "Stop this. I don't want to harm you, lady." He mumbles to himself. "Make your move."

*draws a dagger and drips Fear Poison down the length of the blade, then prepares to throw it.*