"Are ye suggesting we would deal with the likes of Dorcha?" Geradin asked dangerously, glaring balefully at the townsfolk that had come to see them at the edge of town. Alice's suggestion of using the Dwarf's honor as insurance did strike a cord in the guardsmen's memories. Even men who had never seen a Dwarf in their life knew they had a long standing disdain for Elves, and a particular hatred for their Dark kin. More so than the other races, at least. "The lass speaks true. Me honor remains, and yer tae trust ir. Do ye doubt?"

"We're no friends of Dark Elves." Beren said at the fore, crossing his arms and gesturing toward's Aeryn with his chin. "But neither is she. The Dark Elves we killed were going to kill her. We helped her so she would help us, and she's under our protection for now." The warrior said. One of the village guards gestured toward Beren, and whispered to his comrade. Only Nicademus and the Elves would be able to hear it. 

"He looks like a savage."

Calanon's brow lowered in disdain at the slur. He considered Beren a friend, and at that moment, the Wood Elf came to realize just why the monk felt sympathetic to Aeryn. His eyes flicked to Beren, standing tall and strong, with a different perspective. 

He was half blood as well. 

Beren continued with. "I don't think we'd mind helping out with fixing the defenses, either." His manner had changed from strong to friendly, a smile on his face. He gave the others behind him a wink. Truth be told, the Warrior Monk would love to help out. Calanon couldn't help but give a small smile at that, and stroke Brogach's mane as he did so.  

Argon was perhaps the most menacing member of the group, standing head and shoulders over everyone save An-Hasst. And he looked far more monstrous and bestial. Though at this moment, he also seemed to be the most congenial member of the group past Settione, simply waiting in the back, his forest-green scales glinting in the sun, and his white teeth that could pierce chainmail firmly shut within his mouth.