F'nor looked at the elf-king as he entered the pub, thinking offhandedly that it would be a pleasant place, in other circumstances. But his mind was concentrated now on the fact that the dragons were very likely in danger, and his knowledge that the two well-built elves in front of them were likely very capable of killing the two of them, no matter how well trained they were. And with their deaths, Canth and Golanth -
No, that was not an acceptable train of thought, and he would not countenance it. There would be some way to work out peace between them, and he would find it. There was no other option.
He had not quite given up the fear that this was somehow a trap, that they had brought them here to kill them and therefore their dragons. But he would not make that obvious. He would be kind and civil, and go into this with the good faith that he had promised.
When the Elf-king introduced himself, F'nor bowed deeply to him.
"I am F'nor, Rider to brown Canth, and Wing-second of Benden Weyr. This is F'lessan," he said, indicating the younger man, "Rider to bronze Golanth. And yes," he nodded, offering for the other man to take his seat first. "I do hope that we can find a peaceful solution to our differences," he said, forcing a sombre smile.
Remember that they act out of fear, Canth said to him. And to convince them of reason they must learn to be unafraid.