Tagorn was still lounging in what shad the tree offered, trying his best to stay out of the sun's damned rays. The pain that masked his body was dying down from it's former intensity but it was still one that made the mer wish for the sweet embrace of the shadows. As the Wood Elf went through his longing thoughts of the night new foreign faces appeared in the group. A slight smirk came to Tagorn's lips as he looked over the two men that arrived . [I] If I ever do start to run low I at least as plentiful choices at hand. [/I] He thought to himself. "Oh I do hope you are in the right place. Would make the job a lot more interesting with a person with actual civility around." He said with a devilish smile.