She thought everyone knew that. Maybe he'd fallen into a pile of gold or rolled in some kind of moondust. Maybe she was drunk. Now she felt a little foolish for having said anything.
"If I were going to kill you, I would look you in the eyes and ask you to arm yourself. We are Sylvan elves, we only kill quietly when our opponent is not worthy." It was common practice. If she had a qualm with someone she told them and then she killed them. But they were allowed to arm themselves first. Many Sylvan elves were the same.
Traitorous dogs were the only Elves who killed other elves silently.
She followed after him. At least this got her out of having to be a part of this party. Too many drinks and someone would ask her to read their fortune and then she'd be forced to tell them, again, that she was not a gypsy.