Kieran brought his eyes to those closest to him. The few surrounding the cyclops and himself were the most successful in battle. Most fought with blade or arrow, but a few wielded magick like him. He stood up, feeling like maybe he should try to speak with them. If they survived this battle, they would likely live at least a little while longer through the journey... it might be nice to make a friend or two. Maybe not, men made bad friends, they weren't nearly as honest as animals. Even the beast they had just fell was more worthy of trust than the average man, at least it was honest about it's intentions. Maybe he could learn to make friends without trust.

After straightening his bag and unwrapping his hand-made spear, he held it out in front of him like a walking stick as he stood proudly. "You fight good." he said to the small group of them, his words were choppy and proper grammar was absent. His ears picked up a familiar tongue when he turned to continue on the march. Kieran turned his head to find the source of the Elven phrases, yet the speaker was a mere human. [i]Curious...[/i] he thought to himself and moved on regardless.