The man looked up at Mareth in confusion, hesitating a moment before turning around and running back where he came from.  He only managed to get about two feet before he noticed Sylvia standing on the other side, blocking his path.  He quickly looked between the two women, a dagger already in his hand, but didn't seem very eager to fight.  "A... a message?" he asked, timidly.  "Yeah... yeah, I can do that.  What kind of message?"  Despite his apparent surrender, he still kept looking between the two elves and held his dagger ready.