"An elf, huh?" There had been ancient legends of such beings but he wasn't one much for history unless it was related to warfare. He seemed to remember a few drawings in children's books but that was so many lifetimes ago he couldn't remember if their ears had been leaf shaped or not. Snake supposed it really didn't matter. There was an elf here now and that ear was undeniably leaf-shaped.

It posed a whole host of new questions but for now, he kept his mouth shut. He gave a simple nod in acceptance of the explanation before his attention was on the path ahead. His mouth may have been shut and his eye forward, but Venom was acutely aware of the presence beside them as they walked. He took note of the light and graceful movement, the surety of step, and the utter silence of each footfall. His own steps were very quiet, especially for a man of his size, but they were definitely not silent. The silence suppression in his souls worked best on harder surfaces anyway and not the earthen ground they were covering.

It was impressive. For a many who had been working in espionage for decades, the silence was profound, and earned Legolas quite a few marks of respect from the man. Snake was hard to impress, and usually found odd things to be impressed about. As a case in point, he began wondering just how hard Legolas could throw a punch and if he could ask for one.