He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be saving the daughter of the King who'd broken his proud people. He didn't want to be in this city - this HUMAN city - that was nothing more than a glorified slavers hub, a place where people were brought to be auctioned off like cattle. Most of them were mythicals, an exotic breed to the humans, creatures to be given to the highest bidder, a show of status and rank. The Princess Elidi was one of those now, somewhere among the ranks of those waiting to go to their new masters and it was his task to find her and bring her back to her home, to her father, mother and brothers. And Ekanath would have rather been fighting in another bloody, senseless war. His piercing gold eyes took in the crowds around him and the Dark Elf pulled his hood up further over his head, keeping his white hair out of sight and purposely thickening the shadows around his face so even if someone did look in they wouldn't see much of anything but an outline of his features. He followed, with his gaze, the direction most people were heading and logically came to the conclusion that wherever they were going was where he needed to be. Ekanath's reasoning was well-founded as the crowds led him to the auctioning blocks and the slavers and he quickly started to look for the platform that would be selling elves. Even if he didn't want to be here, doing this, the Dark Elf knew he didn't have much of a choice. Not if he wanted his family to remain safe and when it came to his family, he would do ANYTHING to protect them. That's why he was here and in the end, that was why he'd get this bloody enemy Princess back to her own people.