Yara's eyes flickered warily between Silas Silas negotiated with the half-blood elves clustered around the shadowy corner of the dilapidated market stall.
Silas finally walked over to her with an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that, they're a little testy lately."
"I still don't trust this," Yara muttered, her hand instinctively hovering near the dagger strapped to her thigh.
Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the elves' faces, looking for the slightest hint of deception. "How do we know they're telling us everything?"
Silas tilted his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes as a slow, unreadable smile curled at his lips. "We don't." He shrugged nonchalantly. "But they respect me enough to know better than to try anything overtly foolish."
