Realizing his 'assailant' was Elizabeth, Glaran felt a stab of guilt for manhandling her, but anger quickly rose up to drown it. "You st.." Glaran took a deep breath,  snarling a few words in a language unknown to Elizabeth. That they weren't complimentary wasn't hard to guess though. He brought his face closer to Elizabeth, coming nearly close enough for his lips to touch her face. "What in the nine hells do you think you are doing??" A tremor ran through the arm pinning the princess to the wall, though the hand holding the dagger to her throat remained still as stone.