Estelle whips around unnaturally fast and grabs the man's outstretched arms, nails digging into flesh and pulling it further out, forcing the man tight up against the bars of his cage. She leans in close so that she's inches away and whispers in a growl, "I don't know you and I don't know your caravan but if you ever speak of me again, I swear I'll rip your throat out. Now shut your face and be glad you still have your arm left."
With that she releases the man and turns to face the halfling. She rolls her eyes in annoyance and sighs, "It was something someone told me on my ride from Vedlund. They had said that I, Estelle, had arrived here with the Silvergard party a week ago, but I just got here last night. Something's not right and I can't waste time figuring it out yet. I have other matters to attend."