Although his arm tensed, it seemed only to be readiness for any action he was forced to take – the rest of his face reverted to a somewhat neutral placement, for a moment making the elf seem almost like a statue carved with the greatest of skill from some flawless stone. He had hoped that they would have travelled further before they found themselves interrupted by the actions of others, but he was not about to bemoan such a fact – there was a matter at hand to be dealt with, and only time would tell whether it would be dealt with by words alone, or whether a more… direct… approach would be needed.<br/><br/>The voice alone had given him some idea of who they were dealing with –or at least a vague idea, hence his lack of a set idea of how to deal with the threat, after all fairy kind was often frivolous in their dealings and while one meeting might end amicably there was no certainty that the next would end as well. He was glad that Tara showed some common sense at holding the true details of their journey from the creatures that seemed to surround them – it didn’t pay to tell such information to just anyone, and he honestly didn’t know himself who was working for whom and to what ends as things currently stood. And he had no doubt things would get worse than that – much worse.<br/><br/>‘My friend speaks the truth – she is something of a novice in the ways of magic, but I have chosen to take her under my wing as my apprentice. We had no idea that we would be led through your territory – if we did we would not have entered without bringing proper tribute and of course asking for your blessings first.’ He turned on the charisma with ease, no difference to his speech patterns, no added flairs or grace to his tone – simply telling the creatures surrounding him something he hoped would lead to a amicable resolve of the situation.<br/><br/>After all, they might have the size advantage, but there was safety in numbers – and they were most certainly outnumbered by the sounds of things.