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Anrar was mentally cursing at the idea of an escort, but he merely nodded politely, knowing better than to actually hope that they'd let them pass through without being watched. Tactical, smart, yes, but extremely inconvenient at the moment. Still, the elemental knew that as long as he stuck to the original story, told as much truth as possible and didn't add a great swathe of detail then he'd be fine. Lying was better kept simple and sown with enough truth that it sounded like the truth. Anrar was actually quite good at it, hence his words to Evel about her need to brush up on her skill at it.
Right now it was saving their lives as they were led into the trees and Anrar glanced at Evel, noting the nervous chewing of her lip, the tremors and the general paleness about her. His dark green eyes softened a bit and he gave her a reassuring expression, mouthing a word to her while he could; 'relax'. She was far too tense and while he knew the reason for it, didn't fault her for it, he also knew it could get them caught. He would take care of her. She was going to be all right. He wished he could say that to her, could hug her and reassure her properly, but he couldn't.
His actions were even more restricted when two centaurs joined them, both black of hide and hair, looking far less friendly than the brown one had, which made sense to Anrar. Brown centaurs were usually bowmen, scouts and negotiators while black centaurs were the sword-wielders, generals, commanders and generally the warrior strain of the whole race. The fact that these two were accompanying them showed that the brown centaur wasn't quite sure of their story, but wasn't ready to proclaim them guilty either.
If they failed to match up with their story, though, the black centaur were more than capable of taking them out.
Anrar wasn't going to give them an excuse to do so and when they were beckoned to follow by one warrior - the other taking up position behind them - the elemental did so, expecting Evel to do so the same.
Right now it was saving their lives as they were led into the trees and Anrar glanced at Evel, noting the nervous chewing of her lip, the tremors and the general paleness about her. His dark green eyes softened a bit and he gave her a reassuring expression, mouthing a word to her while he could; 'relax'. She was far too tense and while he knew the reason for it, didn't fault her for it, he also knew it could get them caught. He would take care of her. She was going to be all right. He wished he could say that to her, could hug her and reassure her properly, but he couldn't.
His actions were even more restricted when two centaurs joined them, both black of hide and hair, looking far less friendly than the brown one had, which made sense to Anrar. Brown centaurs were usually bowmen, scouts and negotiators while black centaurs were the sword-wielders, generals, commanders and generally the warrior strain of the whole race. The fact that these two were accompanying them showed that the brown centaur wasn't quite sure of their story, but wasn't ready to proclaim them guilty either.
If they failed to match up with their story, though, the black centaur were more than capable of taking them out.
Anrar wasn't going to give them an excuse to do so and when they were beckoned to follow by one warrior - the other taking up position behind them - the elemental did so, expecting Evel to do so the same.