Veer glances at Markus.
"I, well, I mean, he was speaking in elven, but, er, you know, doesn't make him an elf. I mean, y'know, I speak it too, only not so well." he stammers. "Something about a sword in the wind, and taking us with him. Um." He looks at Lenya helplessly. "I guess you understood him better than I did. I mean, it sounds like something you'd need to know ef culture to say, not just, not just speak the language. If you know what I mean." He thinks for a moment.
"You said he attacked you earlier?" he asks Lenya. "Maybe he was worried his cover would be blown, you know, by a fellow, um, elf."