"We've definitely got company," Muroe said. "I have extra-sensitive hearing because of my animagus powers, I can hear them from here. I couldn't tell you how many of them there are though."<br/><br/>There was a noise from above them and before any of them could respond they found themselves surrounded by ten tall figures, each with a green feathered arrow knocked to a bow pointing at them. At their centre was a figure dressed as if he was their leader, his arm wrapped around Aurora holding her in a vice-like grip, Barkeley pointing his sword at the figure's throat.<br/><br/>"Drop the sword Barkeley," Nara growled at him. "They could riddle you with arrows before you so much as scratched him, and that's assuming there aren't more of them watching us." Barkeley slowly lowered the sword, the elf loosening his grip on Aurora although the bow-armed Elves remained cautious. "We wish to speak to the Prince of Sylvan, we have been sent at the request of the Magyar council."<br/><br/>The elf seemed uncertain for a moment, turning to one of the other soldiers to have a whispered conversation.<br/><br/>"For our sakes I hope they believe us," Nara said. "We're all dead if they don't."<br/><br/>Strange lettering which seemed to give off a faint glow were just visible on each elf's cloak, although what they were was unclear.