Demetri frowned at the way the elven slut talked past him, and instead of speaking to her further, he simply turned to his companions.<strong>"We don't need to get involved. If their leaders can't see us so we can give them the information we have, then it's not really our problem."</strong>He tried to reason with his allies, but he figured they'd agree to it without thinking about what an oath was. Demetri on the other hand would follow through on his word until his last breath, and that was something he didn't really want to do for an elf.<br/><br/><em>Lying-Elven-Whore!</em>He thought with the venom, his eyes roaming over for a second to see what he could tell. He doubted he'd know if her words were false or not, he'd seen elves like her, their words as silken as spider silk, and their lies even more so. He didn't trust her in either case, and so after a second, he turned from the table to walk towards the bar.<strong>"Once you've all made up your mind, let me know the verdict, but I won't speak with someone who talks past me."</strong>He said, leaving this decision up to them, he didn't really want to know what plagued this town, but he was fairly certain it was at least partially self inflicted by the way they held it close to the chest. It was personal for them, and well, she'd like to make it personal for Demetri and his allies as well.