Brom's swordhand itched as the wood elf stepped back and nodded, apparently content to withdraw.  He scowled beneath his helmet, this whelp had dared to attack him and he had no wish to let him walk away.  Nor did he trust the sulking elf to depart without spying upon his lands.<br/><br/>But if he did return and tell her people she'd agreed than it could be worth swallowing his pride and bloodlust for.  Elandriel could no doubt feel the tension in his grip on her shoulder, and he clutched his sword hard enough to make his knuckles pop and turn white beneath his gauntlet.