The elf pulled his hand away from the Clawfoot as she looked off at the distance, worried that any further shouting could upset her. He liked being in one piece, thank you very much. Dusting off his hands, he moved around the creature and her Halfling to look out into the thinning rain.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000BF">"Guards?"</span>He murmured to himself in Elven.<span style="color: #8000BF">"Or criminals?"</span>If it was the first, it wasn't too much of an issue. The latter, however, could prove an issue. At least he had brought his weapons, if it did turn out to be the second option.