"And you." the leader responded in turn, inclining his head politely. His eyebrows rose as he took note of the wound in the Drow's side. "That's a nasty wound you have there, it's not usually our way to injure others in such a manner." at this Mel was given a rather scathing look of rebuke. Ducking her head in apology, the she-elf mumbled. 
"He startled me, I did the best I could to mend it but it will probably take a few days." 

"Which brings us to a point." the older elf continued. "Exactly what would a Drow be doing in our lands?"