Stalking the Night

[Laurana Kanan]

Laurana did not sense that this dark elf was evil... although she was taken aback by the fact that she was, indeed, a dark elf.
"You obviously recognize my name and know I am of the royal house of Qualinesti. What you chose to do with this information is up to your discretion, but I do believe there may be a way that we can come to some kind of... understanding, instead of having to resort to violence" Laurana replied, as she straightened herself up and tried to smooth down her hair, which had come undone when she was fleeing.

[Kenaira the Outcast]

"Understanding?" Kenaira repeated, smiling a rather crooked, mocking grin. If only she knew how much it resembled Kitiara uth Matar's, a Dragon Highlord's, she'll probably have been very surprised. "Perhaps. An understanding." She shrugged carelessly, although her grip on her weapon never loosened, and she still watched Laurana through playful, mocking, but still alert eyes. What was she to do now? The dark elf wondered. She couldn't bear to kill the Qualinesti princess, who had never done her wrong, the pretty little maiden.
She let out a barely audible sigh.

[Laurana Kanan]

Laurana felt slightly more at ease but still kept her guard up. "I'm not exactly sure how I ended up here and I may need help getting back to Qualinesti. There must be some sort of arrangement we can agree upon?" she said as she kept one eye on the dark elf's weapon. "But first, tell me...do you have a name stranger?" she asked.