"Davin," Ordhan repeated, as sternly as he could manage. He was never good at stern. "Do you want them all to be killed? That is what will happen. You will have no one to look out for you. The girls..." He felt sick, so sick, and the strength of it was choking him. Davin didn't know what the kidnappers were going to do to the girls, but Ordhan was not so blessedly ignorant. "You can't help them." Davin was looking straight at him. Ordhan swallowed, looking away.
Now the boy's arms were piled high with sharp rocks. At first the guard looked at him in confusion, and as realization dawned his eyes widened. "No. No! You are not going anywhere!" His hands were shaking from both anger and fear, and he tried to keep them steady as he went to take the rocks from Davin's grasp. They all had jagged edges, and he did not want to cut the boy's arms in the effort. If Davin was refusing to stop the others, he knew he ought to, but what good would it be? The same as trying to do anything worthwhile in this Maker-forsaken city: none. If he couldn't convince a single crying child, he would have no more luck with a band of angry and possibly violent elves.