Sofyia growled, "You insolent brat!" She ran to the window after him and pulled a shotgun out of her shirt, she fired off more than a few shots, each narrowly missing as far as she could tell. She lowered the gun, he was out of range. Lucky bastard, if she had a better gun his brains would be splattered across the ground by now. Depositing the gun back where ever she had it in the first place she turned to the others calm as ever, "Elves have pointy ears, however I'm sure there are species of dwarves with pointy ears. These are definitely children though." She cast a glance over at the soldiers, "So where are you from, you don't look like you're from any country I know. Mercenaries?"