Roland answered to Hector's stare with his own. Hector's blue eyes still had the commanding tone as before, but Roland didn't flinch. Roland shifted his eyes to the Bosmer standing in the river, noticing the bow and drawn arrow, ready to be released. Even with his armour, the arrow would most likely pierce his breastplate and hit deep into his flesh at this distance. Roland felt a wave of nervousness passing in him, but it passed as quickly as it had came. [i]By Talos, she's good.[/i]

Roland turned his eyes back at Hector. Despite the arrow pointed at him. Roland felt safe and sure, for some reason or another, despite the few seconds of passing nervousness. With a low, calm voice, Roland replied to Hector. "She won't shoot. If she had wanted me dead, she'd have loosed the arrow already, and the Empire would be one man poorer in the next war."

He had heard of the Bosmers' skill with a bow, and Roland didn't doubt that the she-elf was deadly with hers. Still, she had sneaked unto them and he hadn't even noticed her coming. Only Hector's intervention had probably saved his hide this time. "Anyhow, thanks for the warm welcome. You've always known how to introduce people to each other", Roland said with a bit of humour in his voice, cracking a cautious smile. "At least she has an eye for fashion."