Amy
"You think I don't smell the scent of wet dog? The smell is coming from you, twice-cursed." He says, calling him twice-cursed to mock him, "And for your information, I smell quite nice, I use perfumes and flowers."
Brenda
"If you aren't the law then I have no reason to explain myself," The dunmer said as he fished out a gore coated amulet. Something to do with Stendarr, not that it had done much good for the wearer today. "Or bite out your throat. But if you prefer to keep yourself treed. Never knew a *High elf* Who liked to climb."
Amy
"Well it's a good thing I'm not an *Altmer* Now isn't it." He says, "I'm quite comfortable up here, gives me a nice look at the area. The high ground is always preferable."
Brenda
"As you like," Said the dunmer, angling his nose up. From the treed mer's angle it appeared he was scenting things as the wind rose. "Think there's more two-legs on the way over. Likely seeking the ones who didn't make a certain rendezvous." Rough, gravelly cackling. "Yes, I hear the wheels squishing. More horses. More feet. Quite the party. Think I'll be gone for now. Enjoy your vantage for however long they keep you up there, *Not-an-altmer." 

The dark elf became a blurry streak as he turned and sprinted for the woods, darting under and past the hidden mer's tree. 
*(if you don't ping me I won't see you've replied, ffs)*