With a mournful sigh, Balefire rose to his feet and walked slowly over
to where the camp had been set up.  His heart was heavy with sorrow at
the loss of the Werre, apparently killed in what should have been their
greatest moment of triumph.  Turning his thoughts to his surviving
companions, and wanting to hear what had befallen them while he was
embattled with Veer'Shule, he cast his gaze over the other members of
the party as he approached them.

Suddenly, the big dark elf mercenary stopped and stared.  Caught in the
firelight was the other dark elf, whom he had seen but not yet had the
chance to speak with at any length.   Something about him, the way he
moved, his appearance...there was something familiar about...what was
his name again?   Tenaka, that was it.  Brow furrowed in puzzlement,
Balefire tried in vain to recall some time when he might have met the
other warrior.

Leaning on his staff, the warmage studied the other's movements, struck
with the familiarity but unable to recall a meeting in the past.  "I
have confidence in my memory," he muttered to himself, "for I would be a
poor sort of mage if I did not have an excellent one.  How can it be
that someone whom I cannot recall meeing should seem so familiar? "

Eyes narrowed and all senses alert, he continued to study Tenaka's
movements.  "He looks a lot like me, actually.  Mayhap that is why he
seems familiar?  No...while similar, that is not enough to account
for...Wait!  Could it be?"  Eyes widening and brows rising, the dusky
warmage drew a deep breath and shook his head.  "No, it cannot be.
But...what if?"

Balefire hefted his staff and strode toward the campsite, resolved to
solvng the mystery.  "Ho, Tenaka!" he bellowed, "A word with you, if you
would, privily."