Aisrin finally learned the names of the group. The blonde guy was Lorenz, the black haired fellow was Flit, the brunette was Ret, the green haired one was Jillette and Blue was Syphra. Apparently the blue haired female of each generation gets a name similar to Syphir.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet all of you, but, I gotta ask... what motivated you to attack a giant frog many leagues stronger than you?" Aisrin tossed the bones of his meal into the fire.
"Famine." Flit answered easily.
"Famine? That fort looks well supplied though." Aisrin responded.
"Fort? You mean Graycastle? No, they are fine and very well supplied, by our grain we painstakingly raised. Each year they take over eighty percent of our harvest as tax. And each year, we suffer for it. We are from a village three days travel from here." Jillette corrected Aisrin.
"Well that sounds like extreme extortionism." Aisrin scoffed.
"It is. Since the Titan Frog has left, we have no means of providing at least the weeks worth of meat we planned on procuring from it to save our village from starvation, and loosing even more of our people." Lorenz scoffed in reply to Aisrins scoffing.
"Hmm... As it happens, I need a place to stay for a bit... and I might be able to help your people with this famine in return for a bed to lay." Aisrin pulled out the headless corpse of the Titan Frog from his storage and laid it on the ground. The body itself was eight times bigger than Aisrin.
"The Titan Frog! But, how?" Flit exclaimed.
"I killed it." Aisrin responded.
"No, not how is it here, how did you pull it from the air like that? That's magic! Not spiritual energy!" Ret chimed in.
"Oh, well, I was raised by Fenrir Wolves. So I learned magic, I might also be part Fenrir, but no one was certain." Aisrin told a half truth.
"What do you mean no one west woods. And you were raised by one of the great Titan Clans?" Syphra asked.
"I was found in the woods. Great Titan Clans?" Aisrin gave the group a curious look.
"The Fenrir of the Western Woods and Forests. The Panthra of the Northern Mountain Range and Caverns. The Salamanders of the Eastern Marshes and deserts. The Ninetails of the Southern Tundras and Jungles. And that Titan Frog was a part of the Plains and grasslands Titans. They vary in look so they aren't any one specific race." Lorenz explained kindly.
"Oh, of course. Uh, how far apart are these territories from each other?" Aisrin continued in order to gain more knowledge of the new Elrim.
"Practically continents from eachother. If you came from the Fenrirs woods and forests, then you must have been traveling for close to a year to get here, yes?" Ret answered.
"Uh, no. I was spit out here when I exited the cave." Aisrin answered honestly.
"Well that's just fantasy talk. There's no caves around here to exit from." Flit scoffed in disbelief.
"I've only been here for half a day or so though." Aisrin continued.
"That explains your monstrous strength." Syphra muttered to herself.
'How is it that the women all look fairly well fed compared to the men?'
Aisrins mind wandered fairly easily off the main topic, another habit from constantly talking to himself and crafting new spells.
"Let's jump back to the main topic! That Frog will last maybe two weeks if rationed. I'd love to let you stay in the village, but we can't afford to feed another mouth." Lorenz gathered the straying thoughts of the group back to the critical topic.
"Hmm? Oh, I've got around seventeen plump boars twice the size of the boar we just ate, thirty swift hares, and around fifty or so rodent creatures as well as the equivalent of a large pond of fresh water too." Aisrin relayed. The group stared dumbfounded at their silver haired savior.
"That would last us the coming winter! And then some!" Flit turned to Lorenz and exclaimed in utter excitement.
"Indeed! If all he requests is a room, my house can accommodate him easily!" Ret chimed in.
"I'll gladly take a stable. I can't burden someone by occupying their home." Aisrin dismissed Ret's offer.
'No. No more sleeping under the same roof as a woman. I'd see more than I'd be able to withstand.'
"Nonsense! It'd be no burden to me and my family! You've single handedly saved our village. It'd be our honor." Ret bowed to Aisrin.
"Okay then. Hah, do as you wish." Aisrin sighed. The conversation slowly losing interest to him.
"Then we should head out immediately before Graycastle soldiers find us hunting on their lands." Lorenz stood up abruptly and began walking away towards the east. The rest quickly followed.
"Why?" Aisrin questioned as he trudged along behind the group.
"Its treasonous to hunt on their lands. The Baron would be glad to put any and all non Graycastle resident to death for stealing his property." Ret replied with a flair of dramatics.
"Seems like a troublesome fellow." Aisrin muttered. The group walked for a few hours before the familiar feeling of an ambush in wait triggered his internal alarms.
Three arrows followed shortly after these alarms, shot from the cover of the darkness. Aisrin jumped to the front and drew his dagger. He swiftly deflected two to the sides and knocked the third into the air before jumping up and kicking it back to its origin.
A yelp cried from the darkness as the arrow struck its mark.
"I fucking hate ambushes and arrows!" Aisrin growled once he landed. The group huddled close together behind Aisrin. After a few moments of silence, the sound of running armored bodies enclosed around the small group, and torches lit up in a close circle around them. Revealing a troop of iron clad soldiers with a green emblem bearing a black dragon brand.
"Graycastle soldiers! Damn it!" Lorenz cursed.
A man trotted up to them on a horse. He looked exactly like that one guy from Princess Bride and Aisrin busted out laughing.
"What's so funny peasant?" The man snarled in response.
"Oh shit! Fuck! Good God! Nothing, whew... say... do you by chance have six fingers on one of your hands?" Aisrin managed to wheeze out.
"Excuse me?" The six fingered look alike snapped.
"Indeed." Aisrin replied still laughing.
"Tch! Any last words?" The man drew his sword and pointed it at Aisrin. The soldiers did the same.
'How cliché.'
"Just a few. 'My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my Father. Prepare to die.'" Aisrin managed, barely keeping a straight face.
"Wha-" The man didn't get a chance to finish, as Aisrins blade had pierced his throat.
"Sorry. I'm all out of witty comments. So I'm going to have to ask you to stop asking questions requiring responses." Aisrin looked almost Demonic as he perched gracefully atop the head of the horse, his blade thrust through the man's throat. Aisrins face had gone from the carefree look of a child to the cold and calculating look of a natural predator.
The soldiers were taken aback by the suddenness and unnerving quick actions of the silver haired boy. But, being soldiers, they rushed towards the group. Aisrin swiftly cast earth magic around Syphra and her comrades, covering them with a dome of stone.
The soldiers swords deflected off of the impenetrable dome with audible clangs.
"Now, it's rude to ignore an opponent during battle. Come now. You'll serve as Great guinea pigs." Aisrin jumped off of the horse while yanking the dagger from the dead comanders corpse, an arc of blood droplets flew from the blade as he did so.
Aisrin landed and took a stance. The soldiers rushed at him. Aisrin smiled and deflected the first sword strike with ease. He dropped to the ground and stabbed upwards, piercing the gaps between the breast plate and belt, sliding through the Talbert and into the heart.
That was the beginning of what would start the Legend of the Silver Demon in the plains. Aisrin Danced through the soldiers freely. From his brute strength that could render limb from the body, to the expert use of his deadly dagger, fear dominated the soldiers within a mere few minutes of fighting.
Aisrin grabbed a soldiers sword arm as he trusted forward and snapped it before plunging the soldiers own weapon through his head. Of the thirty men that the troop began with, only four remained after five minutes. These four turned tail and ran, screaming demon at the top of their lungs while crying pitifully.
Aisrin stood amongst the carnage, dyed red with blood.
"No matter when, battle always gives me the clearest mind." Aisrin sighed in satisfaction. He lifted the spell from around the group. The sight they beheld was grotesquely beautiful and hard to describe. To them, Ausrin was no Demon, but a Protector sent by the gods.
"Shall we continue?" Aisrin smiled.