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Syrathic cut a piece of bread and handed it to Ruby."This amount here should keep you going for the rest of the day. I know it doesn't look like much, but believe me, it is. Unfortunately, you'll still be a bit hungry later. I don't have that problem; this is all I eat nowadays." The elf slipped the remains back into his cloak, neatly wrapped back up. "I can understand your friend here not wanting anything but meat. I used to eat a good bit of it myself years ago. However, I prefer just the bread now."
He moved a little closer to Ruby, but not close enough that Wyrd would be overprotective. "How can you tell that? The trusting part, I mean?" he asked softly. He sighed. "I suppose it's difficult when you don't know who you can trust. My parents were killed when I had seen but 40 years. It may sound like a lot to you, but I was still a child in Elven reckoning. And considering the circumstances... it left me with a suspicious streak. I've been adventuring for about 50 years now, which means I'm still not considered an adult in Elven reckoning, so you can imagine how all of my travelling has affected me. The only place I ever found welcome was with a group of Human rangers." He paused. "I don't know why I told you all of that. Maybe because you seem to be an outsider too. You seem different from the others somehow..." He looked up now and saw the group preparing for its descent into the darkness. He rose from his seat. "Perhaps later you can tell me something of yourself. But it looks like we're getting ready to head in. I'll leave you to your preparations."
With a quick bow, he left Ruby and walked over to the crack in the mountainside with the gnomes things in tow. The darkness looked oppressive, but he felt ready. He couldn't see much from there, but he knew once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he'd be able to see much better. "I'm as prepared as I'll ever be." Aloud, he said, "Whenever you guys are ready, I'm ready."
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