As the light shined in the dark elf's eyes, he snarled, moving his horse right in front of Emese. Sadly, the dark elf wasn't built for the light like most, and even the normal sunlight did horrors on his eyes. The glare from the sword only made matters worse, and riled his already foul temper.
"Enough with that you stupid girl! This helmet has lenses for a reason, and I do not appreciate you shining light in my eye like an attention craving child. Do it again, and you will learn the real meaning of pain." He stepped down off his horse in an attempt to intimidate her. He disliked her at this point, not seeing her as anything else other than a silly girl with a shiny sword.
He headed for the blade smith's, aiming to sharpen his own sword, as the edge had been dulled by his last victim. When he came out, he half expected the girl to be there again, shining the sword in the eyes of more people. He was ready to spew out any number of elvish insults, or even insults in his native tongue, which surprisingly wasn't drow, but the elvish spoken by wood elves and dryads not too far west of here.