The priestess did not try to avoid his hand - as soon as Brom stopped pressing his attack, she slithered down his back to her feet in the grass behind him, and stepped around the big man to say something in their strange dialect to the other elf, before shifting to words her captor might under stand. "You must go home."<br/><br/>The other elf's mouth tightened in distaste at the shift, and his eyes flicked between her and the collar that bound her throat to the human and his sword, his own held at the ready, point low. "My lady, you know that I cannot."