The old, grey-haired man is startled by the sudden attention on him, and seems further taken aback by the large man's words- his eyes go wide and he staggers for a moment, almost falling backward. He appears a bit stunned as he recovers his balance and looks around nervously as if for an escape. His mouth opens for several seconds before he is able to form any words. "E-er, I was just walking by, I swear!" he stutters, holding up his empty hands, "I- I'll jus' be goin' now, eh?" His wrinkled face forms a forced smile, and he quickly turns and takes a step in the opposite direction.<br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>"I don't know if that will be necessary," Yoriko replied to the other elf, Esma, she said her name was, "and I don't know that he's stolen anything at all just yet". She jogged lightly over to the scene, where the old man stood dazed and stuttering. Standing beside the large, crimson-skinned man, her fingers unconsciously caressed the hilt of the sword at her waist. She had no intention of hurting anyone, but she might step in if anyone should draw weapons.