It was fairly easy to ignore Mac's protests in favor of listening to Ghost. He turned his gaze in the direction the cube had indicated and nodded slightly to himself. If that was the direction the natives were in, they were going in the exact opposite. Primitive weapons or not, getting injured was always a possibility, and they had no proof that Mac's invulnerability would still hold true in this new world. What if the idiot got wounded and . . .
No. Despite what Mac might want, Uldren wasn't taking those kinds of chances.
He finally looked down at the man clinging to his cloak, lifting an eyebrow, "Just because the natives don't have advanced weaponry doesn't mean they aren't dangerous Mac. And if they really are elves . . ." He sighed, "Do you actually remember the books you've read? Elves aren't friendly to outsiders. In fact, if outsiders approach them, assuming they don't just stay hidden, they usually attack first. Why the hell do you think waltzing up to them and telling them we're a prince and a knight would make them willing to put us up?"
"Why do you think they'd believe us, if they even gave us the chance to speak? Just because we look strange? We're not a threat to them if we can't find them, and all your books tell just how difficult finding elves is." Uldren's sharp eyes softened just a little as he pried the man's fingers off his cloak, "Mac, there's no reason to go hunting trouble. I'm sure they'll come after us sooner or later if we're here more than a day or two. I really don't think we'll leave here without you seeing an elf. I just hope it's not at the opposite end of a knife to your throat."
He turned and started walking, away from the direction of the natives, expecting Mac to fall in behind him. If the man didn't, he'd regret it, but Uldren was fairly confident that Mac would follow. The man was an idiot, but he wasn't stupid.
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No. Despite what Mac might want, Uldren wasn't taking those kinds of chances.
He finally looked down at the man clinging to his cloak, lifting an eyebrow, "Just because the natives don't have advanced weaponry doesn't mean they aren't dangerous Mac. And if they really are elves . . ." He sighed, "Do you actually remember the books you've read? Elves aren't friendly to outsiders. In fact, if outsiders approach them, assuming they don't just stay hidden, they usually attack first. Why the hell do you think waltzing up to them and telling them we're a prince and a knight would make them willing to put us up?"
"Why do you think they'd believe us, if they even gave us the chance to speak? Just because we look strange? We're not a threat to them if we can't find them, and all your books tell just how difficult finding elves is." Uldren's sharp eyes softened just a little as he pried the man's fingers off his cloak, "Mac, there's no reason to go hunting trouble. I'm sure they'll come after us sooner or later if we're here more than a day or two. I really don't think we'll leave here without you seeing an elf. I just hope it's not at the opposite end of a knife to your throat."
He turned and started walking, away from the direction of the natives, expecting Mac to fall in behind him. If the man didn't, he'd regret it, but Uldren was fairly confident that Mac would follow. The man was an idiot, but he wasn't stupid.