Ah, so the Elf made his presence known. He could feel a pause as his soldiers waited to hear what Sparhawk's verdict would be, and be prepared should he call for action. It was strange, his sence of ominous 'feeling'. He hadn't developed it until after he lost his sight, but it was like he noticed things that he might not otherwise would have given much thought to. Auras, he supposed they could be called. They didn't help him see anything, of course, but it surely helped him make sense of some situations.
[color=9e0b0f]"Let him speak."[/color] Sparhawk said.
"Sir, the woman, she...err, stuffed the weasel in her shirt."
Naturally.
[color=9e0b0f]"So then get it out of her shirt. You're making all kinds of bad decisions today, aren't you, Mira?"[/color]
"Err, yessir." The soldier coughed uncomfortably again, and promptly ordered one of the other men to do it. Probably to avoid fishing down her shirt himself for the animal.