Malmir kept his aim true. His elegant arm holding taut the arrow aimed at the workman's throat. The unfortunate fellow shifted under its iron tipped gaze. The elf's eyes darted smoothly from his target to that of the intruder. He stood there agape after Wanda's impassioned speech. His face still wearing the mask of a contemptuous frown.
His eyes glinted, flint like in the gloom as he weighed up the olds.
"Answer her!" Malmir whispered with dangerous intent.
The intruder took a slow, considered intake of breath and began to speak...
Come on Erny! What happens..? What happens..?
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