In the Woods, north of Örjóta.
It took the elf a moment to reply to Elsa's question to the elves lack of offspring. His face was a blank slate, inhaling deeply, than sniffing at the chill that numbed the tip of pointed, slightly arched nose. "They grew up, less and less children have been born over the past centuries. Things are different for us, we live much longer than your kind." Akai sucked in a gust of air, tingling his teeth with the chilly air. The smell of horse filled his nostrils again, but he didn't mind. "We do not know why. Our greatest scholars and healers have yet to give us an answer."
A light, humorless chuckle rocked the Elves wiry chest. "The river is about two days form us, the plains will be at least three more as long as we can keep a steady pace." Green eyes flashed in the grey light of the day, the sound of plants of ahead rustling this way, and that. His right hand was already half way to the hilt of his elven forged sword before the blurry sight of a stag, with mighty row of antlers bound out of the bushes, and away into the underbrush. "Woah.." Akai cooed, the pointed ears that rested atop the horses head shifting uncomfortably.
"Careful the horse doesn't slide down into a ravine." He called out, tugging his horse in Elsa's direction. The hooves of the appaloosa tramped down some of the leaves as it paused next to the bubbling brook. A light noise was the sound of Akai slipping out of his saddle, his arms rising up above his head in a stretch. "...gonna' to be very sore before this is over." He muttered to himself, walking up behind where Elsa was dipping her hands in the water. He hunched down next to woman, filling up his waterskin, the icy water numbing his fingers, and forcing a shiver down his spine.
"Hm, maybe we should get you a sword, I don't think we should be going so far without you having something more than a hunting knife."
Within the Foyer; Late Morning, Zarr's Castle.
The hard looking man slowly pulled his gaze away from the spoiled little princess. One hand lazily resting on the belt that held his combat-worn sword in it's sheathe. His face remained a blank, unreadable expression, a heavy brow filtering his stormy eyes, their lifeless grey sheen flashing onto the stately woman that was now greeting Sir Resper.
The clanking of the guards still has one of them shifted, along with the constant heated glare upon his back caused him to tilt his flat gaze to his belt where he slowly pulled his hand away. It would simply make his life easier if he did so in front of the queen. Instead, he raised his hand into a curled fist and cleared his throat, his eyes once more upon the queen. "It is an honor your majesty." The man spoke, the words were thick on his tongue. He didn't speak much, it wasn't his way. He supposed the queen was worthy as anyone to use that annoying little thing known as speaking. As he spoke, his voice a raspy, deep, under used thing. The man took a half-step from behind the shorter man so that she might catch a better glimpse of him.
He offered the queen a frosty, almost doubled over bow, keeping himself behind the man and the two children, as if a barrier between him and the woman of royalty.
Within the Office; Morning, Zarr's Castle.
"Mhmm." Zarr mumbled as Isa floundered to correct his correction. His eyes were focusing upon the two they were now scrying. His hulking figure tilted forwards over the glass table, thumb and index finger massing either sides of his chin. "There it is..." He paused, dark, scrutinizing eyes studying the necklace that was visible in the image. "It seems the inquisitors have not been as idiotic as I had first assumed."
"If the necklace is what every visible queue is telling me it is, than I want it. I want the elf, I want the girl, and I want that Necklace!" Zarr pulled himself up from studying the scrying glass, he was now starting to pace behind the witch, thinking. "Hm? Oh no gods, how quaint I dare say it could make life easier. Now more groveling to invisible deities whom supposedly bless or curse the land on their whims." Zarr snorted, enjoying his sarcasm.
"I can think of no other reason why the elf would be dragging some stinking street rat with him north. Everything I am aware of points to their home somewhere beyond the black forests." He quieted now, puzzling over various ideas on just how he might capture these two fugitives.
"Traveling through the woods is problem, landmarks are few and far between." The king paused, his constant steps drawing into silence. "Do you have any ideas of locating them, Isa?" Zarr glanced over at the witch, than began his musings again. "I'll have inquisition doubled in all villages and settlements north of here. They'll have to cross the plains...is there not an infamous band of mercenary's that bumble about out there picking on merchants?" He nodded, the question wasn't meant for anyone, a faint grin growing on his tallow skinned face. "Yes...how unfortunate if they were picked off in the wide, highly visible plains. Of course, I will likely have to pay double for their lives. Than there is the matter of no looting. Perhaps, you could oversee it, Isa?"
Zarr stopped in place, his hands on his hips, looking towards the witch.