Finally one of the entourage spoke after some time. Nalto's large eyes fixated on the elf that stepped forward timidly, as if not wishing to bring himself any closer to the minotaur that stood before him. A hand close to the hilt of his sword, Nalto snorted at the puny weapon though he knew better than to dismiss it completely. Having seen a human score a blow to the heart of one of his brethren he knew in the right place such a small weapon would indeed give a lethal blow. Yet he could not help himself feel as though the weapon were far to small to care much for. Yet his thoughts were stilled as his head seemed to sway as he follows the movements of a new elf. This one clad in a black gown, she was a lovely creature that did not come battle ready in comparison to the Minotaur.<br/><br/>Fearsome he may be, she brought her gaze up to his own before bowing her head. That split moment he wondered if perhaps she would be gazing at him but instead looked down. Nalto was not pleased with her inability to look him in the eye as she spoke, and his eyes reflected his irritation. Leaning in close to her before inhaling through his nose, a small gust of suction force as he inhales her scent deeply while taking a deep breath before his lips parted. With a fearsome bovine like bale he roared directly in front of the daring woman. It almost looked like his open mouth might inhale the elf but he did not, instead he cast an angry gaze at the other elf.<br/><br/>"What is this? I was told I would have a gift worthy of my presence. You give me.... this Solynne.... who cannot even look me in the eye when she speaks. I am Nalto, Chapion of Thunder Hoof." his right leg rose as his form shifted in slight turn before coming down with the thunderous echoing sound of a thunderclap. It would be perhaps the most deafening and painful sound she would have ever heard as it bounces through the cavern, back, and through as it echoes out the caves. Was Nalto happy? Absolutely not though he showed no sign of further hostility for the moment.<br/><br/>"What am I to do with Solynne?" he asks while throwing his hands up in a way that gestured he had no idea what all this was. "I was expecting a treasures, food that I had yet to ever taste, or battle equipment worth of my god MoRThaL" he elaborates while crossing his large arms over his massive and broad chest. Glaring down at all the elves as if they had really made a mockery of him. Solynne was dressed simply, being offered so simply was not as appealing as getting a feast of foods he never tasted before or treasures he had yet to see. Yet he would silently mull it over while he left the elves unsure what to do. Some whispering to themselves while a few backed away, others perhaps unsure what to expect and steeled themselves but dare not reach for the weapon just yet as they had been drilled time and time again to draw on a minotaur would surely mean a battle the likes they would not walk from easily. Even with arrows, if they did not shoot true this minotaur would surely make a big target but would not stop easily. So they all wavered, even the commander perhaps shook in his boots trying to overcome the rebuke he just faced. Maybe they would feel insulted and lecture him.