The young man smiled, his nearly white blonde hair glistening with sweat. "I am Leonce." He bowed on instinct, not really having a deep seeded disrespect for elves. "...I.. I know it may be a moot point, but I truly apologize for the attack. Some of them truly do hate what is different. Some of us just... well, when you're a squire, they drill into your head that you must follow orders. It is very hard to not do that. I must thank your people for not killing me..." He paused, his tanned cheeks taking on a hint of pink. "And bless the lovely woman with the fire-red hair for not sending me out into a dangerous forest smelling of fresh blood." 

He looked ahead, to the depths of the forest. "If it is so terrifying, then why do we go? ...And why do you seem so hasty to get there? I would not want to rush to my death."