<strong>Marcia</strong><br/><br/>The elven man drew a deep breath and sighed, then looking at Marcia seriously. "Look, I am sure you all mean well, but looking for trouble is only going to get you some, and it may be more than you were looking for. Pick your fights carefully." His tone was serious, not accusing but rather sounding a bit like a concerned elder.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, he nod and gave a wave of his hand, watching her. The bow was met with one of his own, something that the mayor commented on briefly.<br/><br/>"He spoke to you a whole lot more than most people. Generally you dont get that much out of him. He's not really a people person much, he does seem to care more for the elves than the humans around here but still, it seems he didn't care about that with you. Perhaps you remind him of someone." The mayor smiled. "In anycase I hope it was helpful, if I know him he'll not be willing to chat for a while now."<br/><br/>True words, perhaps, as the old elf got up to his feet slowly and turned to open the door to the house, and stepping inside. Only one thing stood out. As the door opened, the view into the room gave a view of a room with walls full of weapons hanging off of small hooks.