"You know, I wish I had time for you. But I'm afraid you're on the bottom of my list of priorities." The words that left Victor's mouth, thrown like daggers almost rebounded on En's ignorance, or arrogance, one or the other, yet seemed to take pleasure in Victor's frustrated state. But En had remained silent, simply smiling, empty of any true emotion.

The sound of aircrafts flying overhead interrupted En's thoughts, as well as any more insults Victor was willing the throw. Looking up as well, the sight of the blue raven reflected in En's storm gray eyes, a solemn expression passing as quickly as the craft had left. A government craft? They went as far as out here... The only thought that crossed En's mind, but instead if expressing it in words, En glanced over to the two with him, Victor shivering in the cold and Elywen seemingly lost in thoughts. The rapidly dispersing townspeople didn't go unnoticed.

"...We should probably find some shelter... Who knows what the government might do..." Elywen's voice was now empty of her former anger. The sight of the government was alarming apparently. En only shrugged again, masking any fears with a rather crude calm expression.

"I would help you find shelter, but..." The words trailed off, En smiling gingerly again. "I don't live here. I'm not so sure of what they would do...But in anycase. You're right. Perhaps we should find some shelter..." En glanced around again, muttering in an almost inaudible voice. "Even if it is a rat's nest."

"Look, I'm willing to have a truce. Let’s just get out of here, OK?"

En's eyebrows raised as Victor's words left his mouth.

"Truce?" A chuckle escaped from En's mouth, shoulders shuffling into a shrug. "Well well. I didn't know we had a war going on. But if you want, I'll accept it." A smile danced on En's face and those bandaged hands reached out.

Upon exposing the bandages, which completely masked all of the pale skin on En's arms, traveled down to the tip of En's fingers. The only 'accessory' that broke the long bandage was a black glove, fingerless, and of decent quality. Of course, it had already seen some action, the threads wore and some seams loose. If looked as if these gloves had once been whole. What seemed to call attention to itself on En's gloves, however, was a rather noticable blood stain on the palm of the black fabric. It didn't look like blood that was shed through wounds, En's or another's, but more like the remanents of a disease. It would account for the paling skin and the gaunt frame, but no one would've guess by looking that En was also sick. The grasp of this sick being was still strong, like any healthy man. En gave a single shake before withdrawing, briskly nodding to Elywen.

"Well why don't one of you lead then?"