*An arrow shot passed her head, mere inches, Elya was displeaed, she did not like missing. She spoke out in human, the years of living with the convoy she'd taken human tounge as her primary language* Hey! Stop miss! these are not slaves! It is decorative to stop the human's getting angered! *she loaded another arrow into its bow* pelase stop. we are mere mechants. stop or fall at my bow!