"You must," she repeated calmly, though her skin crawled beneath the weight of the human's hand. (http://)"I have given this man my word in the interest of the Good Lady's service that I will go willingly with him."<br/><br/>"But I am sworn to protect you from such as this! I cannot let you-"<br/><br/>"You can and you will!" Elandriel cut the unnamed elf off, displaying the strength of her belief in her patron lady's will - and if it were possible for so serene a creature as the wood elf to look apoplectic, that was the expression that crossed his face - untill she said something else in the language Brom could not understand, and he acknowledged with a nod, and another careful step away from her and the big man.