"I'm staying, all right," Faelis said, smiling, but the smile was wiped from his face as he saw a man behind Leyla rise.
The man walked up to their table and glared at Faelis. The man was big and the elf sighed. The man looked dangerously at Faelis and then to Leyla. "I think you'd better, sram, elf," the man said, smiling a broken-toothed grin.
Faelis snorted, leaning back in his chair, tipping it onto the back legs and crossing his arms. "And who's going to make me?"
The man grunted and grinned wider. "I'm going to, punk. This little lady and I have some meeting to do."
"Punk, punk?" Faelis grinned. "I like that."
And in a flash the elf was on his feet and he was grabbing the lapel of the big man's shirt. A small dagger was in his hand, but only the man and Leyla could see it, it was hidden from the views of the other people in the tavern.
As it happened, Faelis recognised the big man, even if the other didn't recognise him. The big man was a thief and mercenary, and Faelis knew him from his own jobs, which included thievery. Thoguh unlike the elf, the mercenary was a violent and brutal man.
"Your little dagger doesn't scare me, elf!" the man said, and a slightly sadistic smile twisted itself onto Faelis's face, giving the before normal elf a somewhat insane and dark look.
"Oh really?" he said in a soft voice. "How about the name Selkin?"
Selkin was the name of a thieflord who Faelis sometimes worked for, the man was powerful and very rich but his name wasn't known by most people, he was mostly known as just a very powerful thieflord. Hearing the name, the big man's eyes widened and Faelis let go of him, letting him step back and then turn and quickly rush away. The knife disappeared from Faelis's hand an the elf sat back down at the table.
"I am sorry about that," he said, frowning. "I sort of lost it, in my own kind of way. I hope I didn't alarm you too badly."