Ophius both quickly and smoothly turned his head to spot Martox approaching and remarking on him being audible from further down, and countered quite sharply "Then you must either have very sharp ears, or were closer than the range at which one worries about dangers hearing them... I am well acquainted with how far away I can be heard at any one time, if there were any Aldmeri close enough to hear me, i would more likely be preparing to dig a blade into their throat than speaking." with a slight little huff he turned his attention back to Madran and listened intently to the dark elf, though he seemed to completely ignore the Breton, he was keep a figurative ear out for his movements.

An eye-ridge perked suddenly as he took in those words though "You intend to go 'back'? Interesting. though I imagine, if anywhere, your friend will be somewhere in this forest like the rest of us, and if the aldmeri don't take anything useful with them, they'd probably dispose of it... though, I suppose it's possible they just won't care though." At Madran's approval of his 'weapons', he chose a couple of the bones and snapped off just the ends of them before setting to work using his claws to carefully carve slivers off of them and work to guide it into a bladed shape. "Though if you intend to go back, I would suggest taking some steps to conceal ourselves until then."

He laughed a little at the next thing, "I am Ophius, and anyone who would run to the Aldmeri for help is foolish enough to deserve what comes to them... I certainly would never consider it, I hear they 'frown' on dark magic that doesn't belong to them, heh... and on that note, It doesn't take a genius to figure that the Aldmeri attacked because, perhaps, one of us in that cart 'was' a spy and possessed information valuable enough to warrant 'acquisition'... I'd hardly say 'rescue' referring to anything to do with the Aldmeri of course."

Of course, then the Big man started talking again, though Ophius found himself giving off a slight smirk at the boasting being followed by a thorn in the butt. "Hey, if I had enough bones i could make a hammer of something... Daggers are more practical given the ammount of materials though... and tempting as it is to go into a contest to counter your implication, there's one simple thing that keeps me from using heavy weapons like hammers and clubs... you can't stab someone with them." Mercifully though, he did not verablly respond to the man's mistake, though he did snicker a bit indignently.

The bone was steadily beginning to look more like a blade on the upper half, albeit a thin one... he paused on one and got to work on a second, if there was time he could refine it a bit before use... he got speaking again, yet he sounded a bit more sympathetic this time. "However, on the note of your blades... perhaps it would be better if you described them and someone else collected... oh, say, someone good at being stealthy incase the carts are being watched... or even better, someone who can go 'unseen' right infront of the enemies very eyes? I would have a better chance of retrieving them without being seen and attracting threats to follow back to the rest of us, I was considering slinking off to loot the leavings at some point anyway, and you could keep an eye out for your companion... I can somewhat sympathize with growing attached to one's blades... when you linger in shadows for most of your life, your blades are often the only company you have, killers in the hands of a killer... of course, mine were taken somewhere else when I was captured, too dangerous to leave with normal weapons... I had few, but any one could have killed by 'accident', very poisonous..." He didn't seem worried about implying being an assassin, he might be full of himself enough to be certain he'd handle any trouble it brings, or perhaps he was just comfortable with it.