Trailing behind Canus, Belanaar listens to Maerek, intent to hear him out. When it is his turn, the young elf speaks. His drunkenness is seeming to wear off steadily after throwing up a couple times and having proper food and drink. "As long as I have my bow, I can defend myself. I've trained since I was a boy, and my shot is pretty well. Sometimes, I can even get two arrows into a target with a single shot."
"However, as you can tell, I am still young, and my kind isn't too battle-hearty in the heat of things... Therefore, I must keep much distance from my enemies." Looking at his companions' backs, he continues.
"That's the kind of answer you were looking for, right?"