Soren crossed his arms, letting the delinquent elf look over the card.  "I have a friend waiting for me.  And he doesn't like to wait."  He snatched the pass back after another moment, choosing his next words carefully.  "He'll blame you if I'm late, and he can get... violent, to say the least.  He doesn't kill quickly."  He tucked the card into his breast pocket and stuck his thumbs into his belt, taking a slouched stance.