[ The familiar voice did manage to pause in repairs and turn his gaze to the other elf. He glanced between Zevran and the offered food and narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Most would likely call him paranoid, but it was his hesitance to trust that helped him preserve the temple as long as he had. He could not think of a logical reason for the offer of food. The other elf did not require protection, and Abelas had little to offer for trade other than his skill in combat, and tales of a fallen empire that no longer was relevant.]
no subject
Why? I have nothing to offer in exchange.