Xuneari could tell the elf wasn’t truly sorry about it, and he didn’t really mind. If the elf wished to learn about the Drow then voicing his assumptions to Xuneari was a good way to get corrected, at least so long as he was willing to part with the information. Currently as he saw it there wasn’t anything to loose by telling Veryan all that he knew. It was the more personal things that he would probably abstain from sharing.

Xuneari watched Veryan as he picked herbs from the forest floor. He wasn’t sure exactly what to make of that but he didn’t have the curiosity to ask, or perhaps he wasn’t comfortable asking people questions. For awhile he seemed rather withdrawn, there was no spark to explore on his own so he stuck close to Veryan.

When he felt the blade pressed against his back again he didn’t react right away, somewhat aware that Veryan might be anticipating some sort of reaction from him. When he was sure that Veryan might have relaxed a bit he quickly twisted around one hand gripping the weapon as he twisted his body under it and then up so he was face to face with Veryan. His hand did not have a good hold of the weapon currently; in fact his arm was twisted in a way that it was a bit painful to keep a grip on the weapon. His other hand came up as if to hit Veryan but he stopped short. “I am different,” said Xuneari.

Veryan had certainly let his guard down all the further since Xuneari delayed his reaction, and it surprised him. After the general shock had set in, a small smile replaced it on the elf's lips. He calmly touched the drow's hand that'd almost struck him, moving it away slowly. Despite his attempt at calmness he did not feel that way inside, not that he'd make that apparent.

Veryan leaned forward further, till their foreheads were almost touching, not avoiding eye contact even with the closeness. "That makes us similar," He pointed out, letting go of his glaive. Veryan swiftly moved his foot, to trip Xuneari, shoving him in attempts to further force him to lose his balance. The guard caught him as he pushed, although it was rather unlikely the drow would have needed to be caught. Had this been an actual fight, the elf would probably have lost already, with that first deciding move. Where he, in some sense, let ignorance and wonder get the best of him.

Veryan's hand followed Xuneari's arm to where he held a grip on the guard's weapon, starting to pry the drow's fingers off it, so it might fall. "If you would like to better see our home... most of the onlookers from before should be sleeping by now," Veryan said, offered. He spoke as if nothing had happened, and they were just continuing on their way. Yet his heart beat had not yet slowed down to its normal pace in the excitement, and he hadn't let go of the drow.

Xuneari allowed his hand to be moved away though it was apparent that he was still tensed up and ready to strike if need be. There was a hard glare in the Drow’s green eyes and a grimace set upon his lips but he was far from trying to be threatening. He was a little leery as Veryan leaned forward so that their foreheads were almost touching. Now he was starting to get a little uncomfortable with the closeness.

He had wanted to step back and away but before he could attempt that Veryan swiftly moved to trip him, and despite himself he lost his balance. He blinked slightly when he felt Veryan catch him rather than let him fall to the ground. He turned his head to consider the arm that had caught him before turning his gaze back to Veryan’s face. He licked his lips slightly, they had dried out a bit during this strange exchange, it was also a way for him to mask his discomfort better. “I can tell,” said Xuneari, it sounded somewhat mocking, but that wasn’t what the Drow intended.

Xuneari hadn’t noticed his fingers still held the elf’s weapon until he felt the other’s hand starting to pry them loose. He let go of the weapon letting it fall to the ground. “Um, yeah sure,” said Xuneari, anything to get out of this awkward position.

Veryan let go of the Xuneari, stepped back and away from him to give him his distance. He smiled coyly as he picked up his weapon, he'd have to admit he'd held the drow a bit longer than necessary. He would have laughed at himself for it, if it'd have seemed appropriate to the situation. The elf started to move on, making a turn in a bend up a head, which he knew would lead them back to general civilization.

As the guard had promised, many of the elves that'd previously wandered about their daily lives had now retired into their homes. They weren't completely alone, mind you, but considering the mystery night tended to bring, the stares most would have shot dissipated. The area had a sort of glow to it as night came, a sparkle amongst the forest vegetation, even around this place of inhabitation. Considering the elves lived mostly in harmony with nature, it was easy to see why their living spaces might be enchanted with it.

Veryan didn't think Xuneari would really care much to see the buildings, so he didn't take his time to really point things out; perhaps also because he did not find it interesting himself. There were tall, hollowed out trees, as well as structures that'd been handcrafted of boards or logs. The elf hadn't a clue when he was supposed to be returning the drow to his prison, but considering no one had confirmed a limit, he figured he'd bide his time.

Although elven civilizations tended to be thought on, by some, as icons of beauty and peace, even this community wasn't without some forms crime. The darker it got the more shadier figures showed up, and strange deals took place. Mind you, they were mostly petty offenses, yet they still irritated the authorities. Veryan ignored it, but kept a fair eye on who he might bump into. The guard snatched up a fruit from a parked vending stall, one that'd been abandoned till morning, and passed it to the drow. He didn't plan to allow him to not accept it.

Veryan then took a seat in a patch of grass which rested in a break between various buildings and markets. There was also a gap in the tree tops here, larger than most, which allowed the moon to shine down and the nights sky to be visible. He set his glaive down and laid back.

"I wouldn't imagine theres anything you'd like to do?" The elf asked. He thought it might have been a pointless question, considering Xuneari wasn't familiar with everything and so probably didn't have an idea of what there was to do. It was, however, a small bit of conversation between them, so Veryan did not mind asking.

Xuneari was relieved to finally be let go. He wouldn’t say it had been unpleasant it had just been strange. He was already in a strange place surrounded by strange people he didn’t need a strange encounter. He shook it from his mind, was it really that awkward? He had to snap back to reality when Veryan started to move on.

He looked about the town slightly as they moved on. It was nice to not have so many around that would stare at him. It was certainly an interesting place, though he didn’t take too much time to admire it, he wasn’t in that kind of mood. He was still a bit tense and leery about this whole place and wasn’t about to let his guard down any time soon.

There were no real laws set down in the Underdark so the dealings that Xuneari saw in the darkness he would have been quite familiar with and if told that they were wrong he would have been baffled.

Xuneari took the fruit from Veryan, mostly because it seemed like the elf wouldn’t allow him to reject the offer, and then partially because he was hungry. He ate the fruit slowly as they walked; he was still taking in what was around him. What would he end up doing here? He doubted the elves would use his talents, at least not until they trusted him and even then he wasn’t sure if they would. So that left him with the curious question of what next? Did he really want to stick around this place?

Xuneari sat next to Veryan once they had stopped in the patch of grass. He discarded what was left of the fruit. “Like I would even know what I was allowed to do,” said Xuneari lightly.

Veryan laughed at the drow's response. "At least you know you are allowed to breathe," He mentioned, turning his head to looked at Xuneari as he did, turning it back only to peer up at the cloud shielded moon. There was mostly silence now, asides from from the occasional hoot of wild life, rustle or distant voice here and there of those doing midnight deals. The calm and quiet atmosphere was so soothing the guard almost fell asleep.

As Veryan came close to dozing off it gave fair opportunity for another being to sneak up on him from the shadows, catch him off guard. This person who'd emerged from the night was clearly a troll: a race the elves occasionally put up with, but wouldn't quite allow in their presence during waking hours. The troll pulled the elf up, holding a jagged rock in the vague shape of a dagger to his throat. Veryan smirked slightly, wondering how he could be so stupid as to get himself into this position, or allow it to happen. Usually such things wouldn't happen in the open like this, even if it was night.

Veryan grunted slightly as the troll tightened its arm's grip around his neck, perhaps too aware of the sharp edge teetering uncomfortably close to his skin. The troll stated some sort of demand, probably for money or goods, in a foreign language that the elf did not understand. The tusk like fangs that protruded from the troll's mouth made it all the harder to make out what he was saying as it was. Veryan looked towards Xuneari for help, realizing he wasn't going to get out of this on his own. The guard knew the drow probably had no real reason to assist him, but he really had no other options but to depend on him.

Veryan, mindful of the fact the troll had him held at knife point, glanced down at his glaive which laid on the ground. He then looked to Xuneari, hoping he got the idea. The elf lightly kicked his own weapon over towards the drow. The troll must have been awful preoccupied or just rather ignorant, as he'd barely noticed the gesture. If Xuneari was willing to help him, Veryan would gladly risk getting his throat slit to nudge the troll in the stomach, so he might lose his breath and also grip on the elf. Of course, the timing would have to be synced up decently, or, unless the troll was really that clumsy, it wouldn't work out. Veryan would accept whatever was to come, including death, although he still silently begged that Xuneari might assist him. Although Veryan wasn't considering it at the moment, with any luck, saving him might even bring the drow into some favor amongst some of the other elves.

“I suppose so,” said Xuneari with a light laugh. After a moment he too looked up into the night sky. It seemed somewhat busier here than it had in the Underdark. But that was far from the truth, perhaps it was just noisier, at least he perceived it as being so.

Xuneari was a bit surprised, and taken off guard when the troll emerged to pull Veryan up and hold him at ‘dagger’ point. He did not like that such a creature could sneak up on him like that. He almost sighed slightly at how annoying this encounter was going to be.

Xuneari saw the look in Veryan’s eyes asking him for help, such a foreign look that at first he didn’t understand it. He took a moment before rising to his feet. The glaive was not a weapon the Drow was familiar with so he left it on the ground. He would try things his way first, and if that did not work then the weapon would be the only option left.

The Drow’s light fingers brushed out, cautiously, against the troll’s arm and up to his neck in a suggestive manor and nothing that could be considered dangerous. Xuneari hoped it would distract the troll enough that he would not move his makeshift dagger against Veryan’s throat. “He doesn’t have anything you could possibly want,” said Xuneari lightly. His body moved around the troll’s back his free hand slipping around the troll’s waist and the hand on the troll’s neck slipping up to caress his cheek. “I could get you what you want and more,” said Xuneari sweet talking the troll hoping that it would work at least enough to get him to let go of Veryan.

Veryan smiled to himself, parshly in relief at Xuneari helping, and also at his interesting way of doing it. The drow's tactic had worked, however, at least enough for the troll to give way to some space between the dagger and the elf's throat. Veryan slipped free, rolling forward and picking up his weapon in the process. The guard regained himself quickly, getting to his feet and pointing the blade of the glaive towards the troll. The troll, despite the threat that the elf provided, was still much interested in Xuneari. The weapon that was pointed towards him seemed to make no difference to his thought process.

"And.. more?" The troll repeated, intrigued. He held a heavy accent, but apparently could indeed speak a more common language than that he'd originally spoken in. He seemed incredibly ignorant to worry of the danger the elf and drow could pose to him.

"But of course," said Xuneari with a sly smirk. The Drow was quite obviously offering the troll pleasure of the flesh in the way he spoke, though if the troll even understood that was beyond Xuneari's ability to tell. To him it was quite apparent that this troll was not overly intelligent. It'd just opened itself up to an attack by Veryan.

"Anything that you could possibly think of I could get...or do for you," said Xuneari with a laugh. He was getting tired of this troll's ignorance and hoped that Veryan would strike soon. He'd dealt with trolls in the past but couldn't recall one being so stupid.