Tarowyn rests his hand on the hilt of his rapier and looks Nicos dead in the eye. "You had better wipe that smirk off your face, boy, before I wipe it off for you. Besides, you should be in mourning, for your brother lies dead on the road to Evenwood along with all but one of the men your father sent with him."
Without waiting for the young noble to reply, Tarowyn turns his focus to Sir Whiteclove. "As for your question, Sherriff - yes, we have Darven Evenwood in custody. He and one of his family lay incapacitated in a wagon downstairs. But you and the boy here owe us a blood debt, first. One of the Fist has fallen. Our friend Ardoss was butchered by four of YOUR deputies when he tried to protect our escape from an ambush set by them and Eurid and his men. I think we would consider the blood debt paid if you agreed to put both Darven and this bastard Nicos here to death." The elf prepares to draw his rapier and dagger should his inflammatory words spark Nicos into action. He actually doesn't want to see anyone put to death for what has happened, but he does want to see what the two men's reactions are.