Draiss sighed, and slowly shook his head, before replying in high elven. "A sad day it is when such grace and beauty turns to banditry. I will leave when I leave, but as for my valuables, well, they stay where they are, thank you."<br/><br/>He gave the leader an easy smile, before slowly moving his hand to the side, and snapping his fingers. A shaft of living wood grew up to meet his waiting hand, fingers flat and palm down, and he grasped the staff as it separated from the ground beneath him, his pheromones jumping a bit higher as he gave the females a full examination, noting ages and body builds, while his blind sense extended another hundred feet, anticipating another couple of archers at range.