Brom reached now to rest his left hand possessively on Elandriel's slender shoulder.  At the same time he did completely relax his guard, holding his demon-enspelled blade ready if not aggressively.<br/><br/>His words had been true, it was too late to let this whelp walk away without making an example out of him.  Too late to let him go back and rouse his people to try and rescue her.<br/><br/>But for the moment, he let his pet continue speaking to him.