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He moved from his position a few yards, then climbed a tree. No doubt these men were more at home in this particular wood than he was, and he was not about to run into an ambush. Instead, he would wait here, silently, until they came to him.
The elf had always though humans to be if not strange at least a bit uncommon in their way of though, and did not dare guessing what tactics they might use. Anything from hunting to waiting like he did, ready to snipe at anyone who came into sight or hearing.
For now, he made himself as small and silent as he could, his clothes blending in with the tree and the darkness.
If it was a waiting game, they would find elves have more patience than most other races. Once events got underway, there would be no time to think. The elf would trust his instincts then.
OOC: I take it we actually have the blindfolds off?
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