"Against the elves?"
A soft voice speaks out, yet one that carries well. The obvious source is a slim, dark-skinned figure with scar marks lacing his lower fore arms. Teal eyes narrow against the light, and with slow, deliberate steps he walks further in, his light boots barely making a sound against the floor of the tavern.
"I am Glyrell Nujennis." he says, looking towards the rest of the group gathered.
After a pause, Glyrell speaks again, in the same, soft tone of voice that does not sound even one bit pleasant.
"Perhaps I can help."