The elven warrior gaze up at her, one eye swollen shut and a trickle of blood dribbled from his lip.<br/><br/>"I have failed you... We failed you... I'm sorry..."<br/><br/>Brom chuckled softly, curling his hand in the man's long hair and reaching down to brush his metal-clad thumb along one cheek.  "I was thinking of giving him to my dear sister... she does so love to play with pretty things...  Of course he's womanly enough I might just have some fun with him first..."<br/><br/>Behind him, a shadow shifted, silent and slow and cautious.  A bowstring drew back with an almost imperceptible creak as an arrow trembled and then steadied.  There would be only one chance, only one shot against the human's unguarded head as he stood gloating and taunting his victim.  Elven ears twitched at the uncouth brute's sneering words, but one arrow would make Elandriel his last victim if it flew true and found it's mark.