The tribesmen were silent, expecting a clash between the Chieftain and Tal'shira. But when Vincent noticed where Adrian was pointing, he saw red and began thrashing around while yelling at the top of his lungs.
"You son of a bitch! How dare you even think I'll allow such a thing! They're not objects to be handed out like trinkets-"
*Swoosh!*
But before their argument could escalate further, a sudden whistling sound pierced the air. Vincent's eyes widened in shock as a spear whizzed past his ear, but the sheer wind force around the weapon ended up slicing a portion of his ear and tore through several trees in its path before stopping.
Adrian looked at Vincent, trying hard not to laugh. Two things were significantly important to an elf. First was their hair, and second was their ears. Both had some relation to their pride as a 'higher being', and Adrian supposed missing half an ear would be quite a blow to Vincent.
