He was enjoying the conversation, she was nearly equal to him while he was slightly cheating, and found the competition stimulating. He started to open his mouth to refute a point, having been on the defensive for a moment, before the drow suddenly registered. He paused, his mouth half open, before glancing to the side, mentally directing the eight remaining units in the town toward them, not counting the four heavies. "Hold one, unknown contact, four dark elves, not hostile, avoiding contact with locals. Three females, one male. Eight units vectoring inward to contain and initiate contact."<br/><br/>He had the units set up two perimeters, four units spread out slightly behind and to the side at a few hundred meters, the second ones in front and at about one hundred meters. The other pair openly approached the drow, using drow sign to communicate, and ask what they were doing, before offering to lead them to him. If they followed, Draiss stood up, and gave her a small smile. "I am sorry, but this is likely one of those 'not' opponents come to talk, and I would like to keep you a 'secret' from them for a while longer, though the wedding and the attack makes that a likely futile gesture, but it might not be. One of my shadow stalkers will give you lessons on physical health and various small weapon and unarmed fighting styles, like a rogue, if you will, as well as give you a contact to possible other improvements you might wish to explore."<br/><br/>He gave her a hug and a quick kiss, before resting his forehead against hers, a small sad smile on his face. "This was supposed to be your special day, and instead everything has gone pear shaped. I am sorry about that, and hopefully this won't take too long."