Tarwin was able to conceal his nerves on the ride out by idly chatting with those around him, when his mouth was moving his brain was too busy coming up with topics of conversation to worry about the vast army of eleven warriors they were approaching. He wore his large and colourful poncho as always, it allowed him to conceal a short sword and still appear unarmed. While he did see the sense in not brandishing weapons he also wasn't prepared to meet this mad prince without a weapon handy. He quietened down as the elf ranks parted and their leader stepped forward, steeling himself and putting on a slight smile to try and appear less scared.

He let the prince do the talking, bar patrons and merchants were the kind of people Tarwin normally conversed with and so he had no real clue how to conduct himself in this sort of situation. Atop his horse he sat, slightly behind the prince but listening closely, not that it meant much to him, politics and world affairs bored him greatly so the talk of a new king was neither significant or surprising in his eyes. He looked around at the guards on the elvish side, the tired and bland exasperation that painted each of their faces spoke more than words ever could. Turning back to the parlay for moment he heard that it was actually a queen, he tilted his head to look upwards, picturing what she might look like before swiftly shaking his head and returning to the moment at hand. 

It looked like the peaceful attempt had failed as they rode back with near enough a guarantee of battle sooner or later. "Hmph. Spare us from the arrogance of elves!" He shouted as their leader sunk behind into the wall of shields. His steed turned and the group slowly withdrew before convening, the prince certainly had a good idea.

Tarwin nodded. "I saw it on each of their faces, no commitment to the cause." He thought for a little while, weighing up his options. While the idea of risking his life and trying to assassinate an elvish didn't really appeal the thought of doing nothing and waiting was far worse. "I'm in." He drew his short sword and grinned, the enchantment causing a red shimmer to run along the blade casting a faint glow. "I 'reckon we could probably flank them if we rode far enough north then turned to loop behind them, that'll be where the prince is right? Some kind of commander's tent? We get in, do the deed and slip away." He laughed a little, likely out of nervousness. "Sounds nice and simple when you say it out loud." But he knew in reality it would be anything but.