Dana looked to the ground, her small fingers clutching at her dress even tighter. She tried hard not to succumb to the trembling that she felt inside. The girl was more than aware of the glare she was receiving from Cicero and the snapping questions from Tam. She shook her head quickly, her hair flicking dirt onto her shoulders.
“No, sers, the fat man... I ‘ean, the merchant, ‘e ain’t there...” She gulped, looking over at Cicero with a fearful glance before bringing her gaze to Tam. Dana tried to focus her attention on him, but the sound of Cicero belting her boots on was distracting. The elf feared the human woman too much to be able to ignore her.
“The group, they is armored...” Dana continued, her trembling fear evident in her tone of voice, “and ‘ook important but they ain’t guards. ‘ouple of ‘em look ‘ike knights though... but I remembers ‘em sketches you showed of the elves, one of ‘em is wit’ ‘em, very ‘andsome elf...” The girl’s face paled as she remembered the handsome elf that had been looking around with the group. She went silent again, twisting her dress fabric between her hands.