Elthas smiled when Lilly complimented his Mother's cooking. The cooking skills in his household rivaled that of most of Radasanth's chefs. Elthas stood up a moment or two after Lilly did and he also stretched. He took his feodora hat from a nearby position and placed it back on his head. He looked at Lilly at that point.

"Yes. Let's go see what Drathis has in mind." Elthas said calmly. He didn't like to interrupt his Brother's training. Those sword wielders were always a prideful lot about their sword arms. The usual spot...huh? Drathis was always a fairly dramatic man about that stuff anyway... He grabbed some personal belongings. His daggers were always by his side. Where Drathis used single swords for his combat proficiency, Elthas favoured knives.

Most importantly, Elthas viewed those knives as a family heirloom.

They'd been constructed for him by his Father. Halm Bellthasar. They were not heavy to Elthas...they were a memento. Elthasa adjusted his hat so it was at a slight angle and he smiled at Lilly. "I like good clothing. Always try to dress to impress." He smiled as he said that. His Father's teachings would always remain with Elthas to the day that he died. No matter what his Father had become.

"After you Lilly." He opened the door for Lilly and waited for her to leave the tree house before him. Elthas saw his Mother out of the corner of his eyes and he nodded with respect towards her. She nodded back and moved back to another portion of the house. The thought repeated itself in his mind. Do you really intend to kill our Father...? Elthas was confused. He didn't have any answers just then. Ultimately, he did not want to kill his Father.

But if it came down to it...