Weary sigh.
"Why do I have to baby sit bloodthirsty elementals? It's almost like having to control Bacarte crews all over again. Or when father set me to guard his shadow hounds. Ah, well, back to bardic training and court politics..." thinks the warlock
"Stop, Earth." weary voice of eladrin half-blood tries to stop the mound.
"Barging in, armed and in foul disposition is more likely to result in a fight then in talks. I understand you may be impatient to do what you feel is right, but that doesn't mean you should just walk over others efforts.
Let me and ..." he pauses, eyeing his companions, judging who might be well received among the villagers and who has some experience with dealing with people
"Alexia, accompanied by our most able scout"...he points to Dox
..."try to see if we can come to some agreement before all of us charge in. Please?"