Uhl was taken aback at the Princess' sudden outburst. The elf was stunned at the princess' confidence; was it purely hubris, or was it pure skill? Uhl got an eyeful of the princess' weapon, a concealed dagger. Did she know how to use it though? Back in the Qacian Assassin Corps, Uhl was taught how to conceal weapons, and by all honesty, Uhl agreed on the notion that the princess was doing a poor job at concealing her weapons. If only Uhl could get that dagger... NO! The elf shook his head again to remove the thoughts. Suddenly, the princess let out another surprise-- she could use magic as well; she could use Dark Magic as it seemed, Umbramancy if Uhl could recall. Now, Uhl realized that the princess was not helpless, but she was far from Sylvestra's level or even his. However, she has potential-- they could train her further. 

Uhl turned to Sylvestra, making sure that his good eye was set on her. "[i]i' tarien val[/i]*" Uhl muttered in a husky voice. "[i]Lye caro balan rhien[/i]**" he continued, now gazing at the princess. "Still, I'm glad that you can defend yourself, milday." Uhl smiled as he placed scratched his head. "Pardon me for mentioning your relatives, I should have learned of your distaste for them." Uhl chuckled as he brushed his fingers through his hair. "Well, if you really want to stay in Sylvestra's garden, the least I can do is to play some elvish music. This was an ancient tune played throughout a mourning for a great person." Uhl nodded as he lifted his cloak, revealing the wooden flute. 

With nimble motions, Uhl placed his lips on the embouchure hole, and blew on it gently. His fingers skillfully pressed on one key after another, producing mystic and calming tune that the elves would recall as a Litany of the Fallen. A melody played to honor the dead; its rhythm depicts the highlights of elvish life, and the fear of death, especially in war. After the war ended, no trace of this tune was played -- none were left to even play it. The number of the slain amounted by the thousands, the rivers ran red, and the blood was stained with crimson ink. This was a festering scar on the elves; something that they would never forget nor forgive.

* - She has potential...
**- We could make her more powerful