Dolain waited as Darrian said good-bye to Davin. He crossed his arms over his torso. His muscles were tense and his jaw still burned from the punch. The elf glanced back over the group amongst the alienage. On the ground, a couple feet away, were his weapons that Lalin had tried to smack him with. He stared at the bow and quiver. The furious flush from yelling began to fade and Dolain’s breathing regained a steady pace. He looked up, meeting the gaze of one of the urchins that had been watching the scene unfold. Dolain glanced at the city guard that was returning to his post. Waiting until the guard turned his back, Dolain gave the urchin a small knowing nod. He’d let the boy have his weapons, he didn’t want them anymore. The bow held the hate Lalin apparently had for him and he couldn’t risk carrying such negative energy around.
Once Darrian finished with Davin, Dolain glanced at Darrian. He raised his brow at the question. Dolain, what happened with the shem? Oh yeah... Darrian probably had no idea what was going on.
With a sharp jerk of his head, he gestured to the dispersed group in the alienage. “I was traveling back from Amaranthine with that group.” His voice had a light rasp from having shouted so loudly and was much softer now, “Lalin had gone missing... I thought she was in jail, but all she was doing was becoming a Warden and learning how to forget about what it means to be a knife ears.” He adjusted his hood as if making sure it was secure, but it really was just a nervous fidget, “Anyways, the trip was going good and all... but last night we came across a... I don’t even know what to call it... a... skirmnish, is that the word?, broke out between a traveling group of shem and elves... not much of a surprise, but the shem had been planning on uhm... selling the...” Dolain paused, turning to look back at where Davin was, “Actually, he had been one of the knife-ears there... one of the few that survived.” Dolain brought his gaze over to survey Darrian, “I shoulda probably mentioned that before, huh?”