"I don not think the force is necessary." Himelilek's voice was light, but the impish smile on her face raised the man's hackles. "He might be of use..." Her voice made them sudder as her eyes flashed hungrily over the snooping intruder.
"I-I" He stuttered.
She seemed to slither towards him, her cloak barely moving in the wind made her seem...unnatural. "Now, now..." She said soothingly, running her gauntlet hands over his chest. "You must settle down, dear...before you make one of them angry." Himelilek purred. "I don't know if I can hold them all back... a little elfin maiden like me..." Her drawling voice trailed off, her eyes looking at the warrior gnawing on his lembas.
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