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 Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 7:57 am
Name: Rufus Delancy
Age: 25
Race: Half-Elf
Personality: Brash, loud, somewhat annoying, rash, short-tempered
History: Rufus was six when the war broke out between humans and elves, and that year his mother was killed because of racial discrimination within the cities. Although he didn't witness the murder, it was Rufus's first taste of the harsh realities of war. To avenge his mother and as an attempt to find his place in life, Rufus joined the human army when he was 20 and vowed to fight one until the violence was ended. His father always told him not to blame people for the conflict, since people are always bound to disagree, but it only made Rufus angrier that his father wasn't as upset about their loss as he was. During the fighting he gained the trust of his comrades as well as the nickname "Stray Dog" (from the saying "Think of it as being bitten by a stray dog," meaning that something bad happened to you through no fault of your own.) Since he fights for the humans, Rufus hides the pointed ends of his ears hidden underneath his bandana and hair.
Appearance: RufusName: Julian Sophronia
Age: 25
Race: Elf
Personality: An actor of emotions, friendly, cold, reserved about personal issues, takes awhile to trust someone like a month, outgoing though shy or defensive at first.
History: Julian’s childhood friends were taken from him since they were of the royal family. That was when the war had just started. Their parents thought to get them to safety inside the palace walls. They were able to meet every now and then by the youths sneaking out to see one another. You’d think they were in love. Throughout his childhood he never knew that his father was working as a spy during the war. It was a well kept secret from the family. One night, when Julian was eight, his father came home drunk and one thing led to another. Mother was out of the house, so Julian was the one taken. Ever since then he became a tainted reserved elf. He was pushed to join the elf army when he was of age. Oddly enough they made him a spy and sometimes used him as an assassin.
Appearance: Julian
To look more elf: Elf look
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:00 am
Raising his nose to the wind, Rufus could smell the blood and sweat mingling with the stench of death in the wake of the recent battle. He had come through once again, unscathed, and he could only thank his fickle luck. The humans had won the battle, and quite possibly already won the war, and now it was time for the messy after-thoughts; what to do with all the crap left laying around once they were done. Gathering the bodies of their dead comrades wasn't hard. They would just dig a mass grave for the fallen of every battle, and anyone who knew one of the deceased would help with the work as a way of paying a final respect to the friends they had lost along the way. Luckily, everyone in Rufus's unit had managed to stay in-tact, although the youngest boy in their group had gotten his eye cut out by an enemy.
Sighing at the thought of him, Rufus had to shake it from his mind. Later he would visit him at the medical tent, but other than that, there really wasn't anything that he could do. As he walked along, picking around among the dead bodies, Rufus gathered anything of value and stood the weapons of the fallen upright so that the retrieval squads could see them more easily. Whatever he though looked nice, Rufus kept for himself. Whenever he happened upon an elf who wasn't quite dead yet, he would have to take out his knife and speed the process along. No survivors were supposed to be left behind. Although Rufus was one of the few soldiers lucky enough to have found a gun, it was just a small handgun, and not much use in a huge battlefield. Still, he never wasted the bullets on the dying; it would have been an insult to the enemy to use such an impersonal method.
Hearing one of the bodies make an indistinct sound behind him, Rufus stood and cracked his neck before wearily turning to help another lost one on its way. Seeing that it was an elf, he pulled out his knife reflexively and knelt down at his side. For a second, Rufus couldn't tell exactly what was wrong with him, but soon his eye was caught by a hole in his shirt. Reaching down with two fingers, he ripped the cloth a bit more and got a good look at the knife wound in the man's chest. It wasn't bleeding anymore, but it was still gooey, and there was plenty of blood over the rest of his body to show that he had been lying there for quite a while. Checking the rest of the man's body, however, Rufus couldn't find any other injuries. Curious, he asked the elf in a quiet tone, "Hey, are you lucid?" nudging his shoulder slightly.
((Sorry it's kind of short for an opener. I'm sure as we move the story along, the posts will work themselves out. ;^.^ ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 8:55 am
There was screaming, sounds of weapons clashing, and the stench of blood. That was normal for a battle. Julian couldn't get away from the war even if he wanted to. At the moment he definately couldn't since he was stuck on his back. He had a wound in his chest from what he likes to call a mistake. He had thought to blend into the fight, not to be noticed by any other. That was usually how Julian worked. A human never saw him comming until he had his knife at their throat. This time was different. This time the human male came at Julain with a knife. He had thought the human male was going to a different elf to kill, but it was him. The elf was able to get in the killing blow before the human could retreat. It caused him a great deal of pain, since he had used the human's knife that was placed in his chest.
Now he was bleeding and covered in blood that was not all his own. He hated to be so defenseless. The elf wanted to get up from the ground and walk home. He barely could lift his arm let alone his body. So there he laid listening to the rest of the battle go on. There was silence soon after. He heard humans and elves calling out for help. By what he heard some were silenced others were saved. His guess was that the humans were the ones saved. Some elve's had escaped from the battle and had thrown their weapons to the ground to have less baggage to carry. Those weapons had hit his tainted body only to injure it more. He cursed at them, the elves and the humans. He wouldn't be wounded and dying if it wasn't for them.
Julian tried to get up once again, but to no avail. He gasped feeling the pain running a new through his muscles and bones. He groaned staying where he was. The male wished for death. He laid there waiting for death to come for him. He thought about what he had done in his past. Did he get enough of them to stop this stupid war? The answer would obviously be no, since he will have no idea if it ever was enough.
The elf though that he was going to be left in peace, but even that small request wasn't answered. He felt fingers on his chest near that mistake of a wound. Why is he checking my wound? Just kill me to get rid of this pain. Julian thought to himself, and was surprised to hear the man speak. He wanted nothing more than to curse at him. His heart was beating wasn't it? "Wish I wasn't," he muttered to the human.
((Yea no worries, they defiantely will ^^))
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 7:30 pm
Chuckling to himself at the man's weak response, Rufus stood back up. "Well, if you've still got enough energy to sass me like that, I guess you're not in such bad shape after all." Looking around them, Rufus was thankful that the group spread out as much as it did. No one wanted to have to fight over spoils, so they kept their distances during the scavenges. Hoping no one else had noticed them yet, he kneeled back down and rechecked the man's wound. "It looks pretty bad, but you probably won't die right away..."
Turning his sight over and across the field to the side the elves had attacked from, Rufus couldn't see anything at all past the sea of corpses. There were no mobile troops to be seen, and there was little chance they would bother coming back later. The human's tendency to plunder and finish off anything left over had made it futile for any defeat enemy force to try and recover anything from amongst the bodies.
Kneeling back down at the man's side, Rufus pushed back his bloodied hair for a moment, checking to see how long the fallen soldier's ears were. While they were unmistakably those of a full blooded elf, they weren't nearly as large as some groups'. Thinking of a good plan to ease his conscience, Rufus smiled a little as he asked, "If I saved you...then you'd owe me your life, right?" Although it sounded like a cruel joke, Rufus considered what he would do with the answer. A strong enough no would be reason enough for him to finish the man off, since he wouldn't have any use for him and didn't want him to suffer. However, if the man was desperate enough to accept the offer, would Rufus be able to trust him after he was healed. It was like considering taking home a stray dog. Sure it'll be thankful to be taken in from the rain, but if it gets hungry enough, will it bite the hand that feeds it?
As the others began to reach the various edges of the battlefield, Rufus felt anxiety creep through his chest. If any of them knew what he was doing, he would likely be killed as a traitor. Yet honestly, he wasn't terribly sorry for it. Elf or human, they were all just people caught up in a pointless fight. Of course, he fought to protect those he cared about, not to win dominance over anyone. For him, anyone in need was worth lending a hand to. The only problem was that few others on either side shared his views. If this man wasn't trustworthy enough, he would just have to take him out personally, then or in the future.
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Posted: Sat Dec 11, 2010 2:09 pm
Julian rolled his eyes what felt like to the back of his head, but he just closed them. Not such bad shape, that’s funny. “Let’s not go jumping to conclusions.” He said dryly. Again, he honestly didn’t care if he died right there on the field. This human was trying to help him, which puzzled the elf. He had thought that he would just be finished off instead of having a conversation. He was wondering what the human had up his sleeve.
When his hair was pushed back, he knew that the human was checking his ears. He is a full blooded elf with disproportioned ears. That was another reason why he stayed away from most elves. He didn’t want to listen to their talk about the differences of ears and what not. The elves were a bit picky to how long one another’s ears were no matter if they were full blooded or not. The question that rang through his elf ears surprised him so much that he turned mute. Why does this human want to even save me? We are enemies. I say yes, my life is his then he kills me. I say no and he still kills me right here. If Julian owed his life to the human he would go through a hell almost worse than war. That much he was sure of.
The possibilities of staying alive were few to the elf. He didn’t have much to live for. He cursed himself for thinking of that. He did have his mother still. She doesn’t even know what her boy does in the war. She may be quite old, but she was still sharp as a tack. Julian had to live for her, to go see her one last time before dying. To tell her the truth of his childhood and his adulthood. He looked up at the human and gave a nod. “I would.” He whispered. “But..” He said pausing afterwards. “I’m not to be your slave and I don’t expect to be waited on hand and foot when healing.” Those were a lot of words for him to speak when injured so, but he wanted the human to understand him.
He wouldn’t trust the human right away, since he never trusted someone so fast. He needed this human to heal the wound he carried and he knew that the man was the one for the job. The moment he could walk he would be out of the human’s hair and back to his own home.
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 10:36 pm
"Hmm. I guess so," Rufus said, although he was pretty strongly convinced that this guy wouldn't die in the next few minutes on his own. After being in the army for a few years he'd gotten pretty good at judging the severity of wounds, especially since he went out with every scavenger party where the dead were laid out for all to see. Still, it had to seem pretty grim from the elf's point of view, so Rufus held his tongue for the moment.
Hearing the elf's acceptance of his offer, Rufus was surprised and gave him an odd look. Still, a yes was just what he'd wanted after all. It would be a fun little game for him, to see if he could pass this guy off as one of the human's allies and to see if they could get along despite honestly being on opposite sides. No matter what the elf did at this point, he wouldn't pose much of a threat. Even if he betrayed them later, he would be surrounded in the human camp with nothing but miles of desert outside. Anyone who ever deserted was undoubtedly picked clean by the buzzards, or otherwise just rotting in the blazing sun. This one man wouldn't be a problem.
Looking around them, Rufus found a dead human soldier about the same size as the elf and stripped the carcass. Turning to the elf, he said, "Give me a minute, I've gotta get you into a disguise. Stripping the elf down to his underwear, he chuckled as he redressed him and said, "Bet you're glad you weren't freeballin' today, huh? Although who charges into battle like that, it beats me." After he'd managed to pull the uniform on without doing any further damage to his wounds, Rufus tugged a cap down over the man's ears. "Even if they see your ears we can just say you're a half-elf. Not like many people can tell just from looking with ears like yours," he advised, knowing it would come up sooner or later.
Picking the man up carefully, Rufus headed back towards the camp, not bothering to see who else was still out on the field. Laughing at the comments made, he said, "You don't have to worry about that. We're all equals here. Well, us foot soldiers at least. We're below the captains and everything, but as a group we're pretty much all in the same boat. No one will hold anything over your head, including me. That's not what I'm looking to get out of this." Although he didn't want to admit it, part of him was truly interested in seeing whether or not humans and elves could get along given the proper circumstances. Of course, their conditions were not ideal, but they would have to do.
"Don't expect any special treatment, either," he warned, wondering what the elf thought about all this. "We'll get you patched up, but we've got enough problems just trying to get by out here. None of us have the strength or the time to play house with you while you're getting better. I'll still be around if you really need something and to introduce you to the rest of my group, but I'm not planning on treating you like a pet or anything. You can expect me to treat you just like one of the guys, as though you were just a rookie assigned to our little family."
As they neared the large cluster of tents and small buildings, Rufus passed two guards with nod and continued inside, hoping that the medical tents weren't too crowded after the recent battle. As grim as it was, you never wanted too many people in the medical ward; chances were they wouldn't leave the same people they'd come in as.
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 2:24 pm
Julian didn’t think it was that surprising that he agreed to the humans help. Then again the dispute between elves and humans always made any interaction an interesting one. This one was especially different since it was a peaceful interaction between the two races. Now that he was thinking about it the elf didn’t realize where the human camp even was. He was considering that he was getting into a rather difficult situation. He would be in an unknown area with humans surrounding him. There might not be a way of escape, but he could figure something out.
It didn’t surprise the elf that he had to get a disguise on and was stripped down to his underwear. What surprised him was the human’s statement of men charging into battle without underwear. The process was a tad annoying yet necessary. The elf slowly fixed the hat that was placed over his head. “The humans accept half-elves into their camp?” He whispered to himself a little shocked. It may seem like an insignificant piece of information, but he was lead to believe that the humans despised any type of elf. So for them to accept half-elves had opened Julian’s eyes to possibilities.
He was thankful that the human was going to carry him the way to the camp. His body was in pain and he really didn’t want to test his limits. The information the human was giving him was helpful. The way the human camp worked. “What are you exactly are you looking for?” His thoughts went down the line of a sick joke then again the human didn’t seem like that kind of person. Again he didn’t know the first thing about this human to judge him like that.
Julian’s eyes narrowed at the human as he spoke of what he considered the rules. “That’s all I ask for.” That was partially true, since he didn’t want to be considered a part of the human’s little family. He’d rather heal in solitude with this human his only contact when needed. The elf will play along with whatever game the human was planning. That would give him the time to heal and find a way out of the camp.
As they neared the cluster of tents his eyes were busy looking around the land. He kept account the guards and other humans. The medical ward was like any medical ward to the elf. The cots filled with people wrapped in gauze some still bleeding. It looked as if the main group of humans that came from the battle beforehand has been patched up and been able to leave. Those with injuries that needed extra care were still in the beds. Either side elves or humans the medical ward was always the saddest place to be.
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 8:47 am
When the pair finally arrived at the camp, Rufus went strait into a small building and through a few halls without hesitation. Finally he arrived in a room he was rather familiar with, facing a doctor he knew by name. "Got another one," he said, referencing the man resting in his arms. As the doctor looked him over briefly, Rufus chuckled, "Amazing that it's actually someone different for once, huh?" Although he got no real response, he laid the elf down on one of the beds gently.
Leaning against the wall as he watched the doctor checking the man's wounds, he said, "This one's a half elf too." From under the doctor's short dark hair poked two sharp ears, a clear sign that he was at least a half elf, not not even more an elf than human. Although he and the doctor knew one another fairly well, he realized that the elf probably couldn't see his ears under his bandana, and so left it at that. Watching as the stitches were finally being put in, Rufus continued to be the only one to speak, feeling uncomfortable in the heavy silence of the room. "You guys must be pretty busy right now just after the battle, huh? It's a shame we can't get you some better supplies out here, but...that's just the way war is I guess."
As someone passed by the door, Rufus glanced over his shoulder before walking out, greeting the man and starting up a conversation. While he was out of the room, the doctor finished cleaning the wound and placing gauze over it, held in place with a few strips of medical tape. "Don't scratch it, don't rub it, don't take off the gauze unless they get dirty and if you do, replace them right away. Don't get anything in the wound until it's healed. When you think you're ready to get the stitches out, come back and see me. Rufus will show you the way if you can't find me. Get rest, I'm exempting you from the next battle unless you're healed by then. Don't drink, don't eat junk food, don't smoke, don't eat anything too spicy...let's see, anything else? Don't do drugs?" he asked, his tone slipping into thicker and thicker sarcasm as the lecture progressed. Obviously, he didn't seem too honestly invested in what he was saying; it was just part of the job.
As he washed his hands, the doctor finally added, "You'll be spending the rest of the afternoon and the night, and probably until noon tomorrow here in the medical ward so we can be sure you get on the right track to healing. Just lay still and don't make a commotion and you'll be discharged quickly enough. You may have visitors. You may read a book, magazine, whatever. Not much else to do around here. Enjoy," he said, wandering lazily out of the room without a second glance.
In a moment, Rufus was back in the room, the man he'd been speaking with nowhere to be seen. "So, how ya feeling?" he asked, glancing at the gauze before taking a seat next to the bed. "He probably didn't give you anything for the pain, huh?" he asked with a sympathetic look. Smirking, he explained, "He was never really one for mercy or pampering his patients. He's a good doctor and saves a lot of lives out here, but he doesn't make it any easier for them. Probably just because he's so used to seeing plenty of pain and death, like anyone else here." Shaking his head, Rufus tried to switch to a lighter topic, asking, "You want a book or something? Or do you just want to rest? It gets pretty boring around here pretty fast, so I won't be hanging around longer than I have to."
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 7:22 pm
Julian’s eyes were focused on every turn the human made. He needed to get a sense of the building so he wouldn’t get completely lost later. His eyes then focused on the doctor once they entered the room. The human must get hurt often. He thought to himself keeping his own mouth shut. The doctor didn’t seem like a man with a sense of humor, but that didn’t matter to the elf since silence worked best.
Another half elf and the doctor no less. He still couldn’t believe that half elves were allowed among the humans. As he thought about it, it was easy for half elf or elf to hide one’s ears from the humans. He tried to keep his thoughts off of what the doctor was doing to his wound. The occasional grimace of pain was the only indication that Julian was in pain. The only sound to break the silence was the human speaking. He had to admit that it was a little comforting instead of listening to the doctor’s needle being threaded through his skin.
Unfortunately that came to an end when the human left the room, but that was around the time the doctor was finished. He felt better, reassured about his wound. Now all that was left was for the wound to heal and for the elf to be on his way home. He half listened to the doctor’s directions. He already knew what or what not to do. Julian nodded his head understanding his lecture.
The last part wasn’t too appealing to take. Again he nodded and said his thanks to the doctor. He couldn’t take any pain medication that could knock him out. He could always try looking through the room to see if he could get anything. Julian turned his attention on the human when he started to speak again. “Better than before,” was his response. He only nodded his head at the explanation of the doctor’s actions. In a way, it makes some sense. “A book would be nice, thank you... May I ask what your name is? I am Julian.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 5:42 pm
((I'm having trouble thinking of what to do next. >.> With your guy laying around there probably won't be too much interaction. Unless maybe they would actually sit around talking? What do you think?))
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 8:54 pm
((Sit around talking would be good. My guy could ask your guy why exactly he saved him and what were half elves doing in the human camp. And your guy could ask things about the elves if he is interested.
We could also skip over to noon the next day when my guy is able to move around. So that your guy could give mine a tour of the camp or something.))
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2011 5:41 am
((Ah, good idea. I think we'll do a combination of that.))
"Sure thing... I'm Rufus. Nice to meet you," he said with a smile. Even though they had already met, exchanging names seemed to things a bit more equal. After all, anyone who had a name was still a person, right? Anyone could agree with that. "I'll be right back then, don't go anywhere." While it might have sounded like a taunt, after his experience with other headstrong soldiers, Rufus wouldn't have been too surprised to come back to an empty bed.
After a few moments of searching the medical ward, he finally found two books and brought them back to his guest. "Well, I found these two laying around. This one looks like it's a biography of some hotshot politician, and this one looks like a period romance. Take your pick," he said dryly, setting them down on the nightstand beside the bed.
Though he was about to leave, he decided to stay for a moment, and pulled up a chair. Getting comfortable, he asked, "Mind if I ask you something about the other side?" Not waiting for a response, he went ahead. "Do they let half-elves join or the army? Or... do they even let them live in normal society with full-bloods? I've heard that the elves are harsher towards mixed breeds than the humans are, but you never know what's a rumor and what isn't," he said with some hope, not wanting to seem prejudiced against the elves. "You've probably noticed here, no one really care except a few racists every now and then. It's rare, though. I hear that's why we have larger ranks; we let more kinds of people in."
Thinking about the issue of race in the war, Rufus added, "I don't know if they would let a full-blood elf serve or not if they knew he was full-blooded, but I guess it wouldn't be too much of an issue... I mean, there aren't any kinds of blood tests for that stuff, and humans and half-elves really can't tell just by looking at ears because it's so different from person to person. So even if there was an issue with full-bloods, they could just come in saying they were a half-breed and get suited up."
Looking over at Julian again, he smiled and said, "Sorry for chewing your ear off. You're probably tired." Despite this, he still didn't leave, instead leaning back against his chair and waiting.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:11 pm
“Under other circumstances it would be more pleasant.” The elf was in the medical ward of the human camp with a slow healing wound. He wouldn’t be able to do much activity and he would rather be in the forest. Then again other circumstances would be he would be sent to kill this human or another. Whichever circumstance that he thought of was not pleasant. Julian’s lips turned into a small frown showing his confusion and annoyance. ‘Does he really think I’m going to leave?’
He tested how much he could actually move, which was a good amount. It wasn’t enough to walk out of the medical ward not that he would be so foolish to try. The books that the human brought to him were of little interest to him, but they would help to pass the time. He took the biography reading the summary and frowned at the description. It sounded like any other politician that Julian would love to assassinate.
Placing the book down, he was going to answer Rufus’ question; though it seemed that the human didn’t need an answer to start. He wasn’t sure how he was going to answer his questions. It interested him that a human would be asking about the workings of half-elves. What he was saying was in a little light of truth, but not all of it. Julian didn’t respond right away, since Rufus still was speaking. The topic he was asking him about actually interested the elf. It was more an interest of why he was asking about the half-elves.
“Half-elves are allowed to join the army and they can live in normal society, but most of the time it is separated. Half-elves don’t like the full-bloods and vice versa, but again not everyone hates one another. The society is peaceful enough. From my knowledge the full-bloods use half-elves who volunteer themselves to fight.” He gave a slight smile at the thought. “Yes I have noticed and it should be something the full-bloods should learn, but pride gets in the way.”
“I wouldn’t think that the humans would allow a full-blood elf into their ranks. They would be too worried about betrayal or something along those lines.” He paused for a moment, thinking about the last part he mentioned. “It is rather a problem among the half and full-blooded elves as well. Sometimes even they can’t tell the difference, since ears aren’t always reliable. Most of the time it happens with the younger generations, but the ancients can tell. You really don’t want to piss them off.” Julian had that honor when he first refused to join the army and like any other member of the forest he has heard stories.
The elf nodded his head slightly, “I rather enjoyed your questions.” His eyebrow went into a slight arch seeing that the human wasn’t leaving. “You say I am tired, but yet you don’t leave?”
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:03 pm
((Returning after so long, I realized the orange really hurt my eyes. XD So I'm switching colours.))
Watching the elf inspect the books, Rufus had to admit that he was more willing to talk than he would have wagered. Perhaps because he was so far behind enemy lines already, the elf didn't seem to mind too much that they were having a real discussion. "Yeah, it used to be like that in human society, apparently. I mean, it was before I was born really, if only barely. Everything used to be segregated, apparently, at least in most places. There was fighting and discrimination, or at least more than there is today.
"They passed some laws that made everything equal, at least on paper, but it wasn't really until the war started that hatred between humans and half-elves living with them died down noticeably. I guess to the humans, having half-elves on their side was even kind of comforting. I mean, they're part elf, but they're still on our side. Maybe it makes the enemy less threatening, you know, to see that they're just as human as we are. Heh. Literally and figuratively."
Leaning back on the creaky chair, Rufus listened to what the other had to say without interrupting, wanting to hear what elves thought of half-breeds straight from the horse's mouth. When his explanations finally ended, Rufus asked, "What are elders? Like, just really old people, or are they some kind of political body too? In human society we don't really have people we'd really call 'elders.' I mean, we have old people too, obviously, but they don't really get special treatment or anything. Except that they don't have to fight and people are usually nice to them no matter what they do."
When the elf pointed out that he wasn't leaving, Rufus shrugged. "I figured it would be bad to assume, so I was just waiting to see if you'd say yes or no. If you want me to leave so you can get some rest, just say so. I mean, I don't have much else to do at the moment...not until the next battle flares up, anyway. Who knows when that might be, though." Even as he said it, Rufus knew it wasn't true. There were plenty of other things he could have been doing, not the least of which was visiting the rest of his group to be sure they had returned safely. They would understand, though, once he explained the situation to them.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2011 8:34 pm
Julian gave a slight nod as to what Rufus was telling him. He had heard of what it was like for half-elves before the war. There were always stories from the adults and travelers. It was rather sad for how the half-elves were treated, but there wasn’t anything that he could do. He was still a young elf compared to the all the others. It also wasn’t like he cared for what happened to them. They at least found a home with the humans when the war started. It made him seem cold and heartless to think of the half-elves like that, but he was an assassin. That personality trait came with the job.
“Both.” His answer was short and crisp. He didn’t like the elders and he didn’t want to talk about them. He picked up the romance book, since he wouldn’t read the biography. He’d rather take the pleasure into burning the book. The romance book wasn’t very interesting, but it was something to read when Rufus would leave him.
“You can stay if you like Rufus. It is your choice.” He did like the human’s company, since it made staying in the hospital tent less boring. The conversation was also enjoyable. The elf wasn’t able to have such conversations for awhile, since he was always out on assignments. “But don’t you have other duties to attend to? You’re men did just go through a battle.” It made him curious as to why the human stayed with him. He had his men to attend to who were injured in battle. There were plans to make for the next battle. What did Rufus gain by staying with Julian?
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