'His will? What nonsense. It takes more than a force of strength to live. You must be willing to destroy your enemies, and bathe in your successes to truly survive in this world.' El considered as she followed the man to the the Western Gate, sharpened wood making a palisade to ward off enemies.
The throng of legionnaires standing near greeted the two with glares and mockery. First calling out the pride of the man, insulting his title, then turning to her, and asking such crude things. She had half a mind to break them, and leave them begging for death behind her. Focusing on her magic, she was about to release some kind of attack, when the man continued by threatening them, even going so far as to create a sphere of energy pulsing with electricity and colored purple.
Watching the men back off, El thought 'I am unsure whether to be grateful or insulted by his assistance.'
Walking through the men as they "apologized" left her wishing she had acted. But this once she could refrain, she didn't desire a fight with the Hero and his pride.
"I suppose I should thank you for handling that Hero. And what you are saving is the women and children and innocents. While I differ from you and the High Elf, for joining this journey for the money alone, I am still not heartless, I just see that as an additional bonus instead."
Following him to the stable right outside the gate, and watched a nasty, filthy piece of garbage bring the man's horse to him. Listening to him ask her to get her horse made El want to laugh.
"I am good with my two legs, I am just as fast on foot as I am on horseback...." she would have continued but the Drow and High Elf had rejoined them.
Hearing the Drow call out and demand an apology, made El want to laugh. 'Oh how these tables have turned, eh Hero?' And like the High Elf she waited to see what Gripus said. Would he offend the Drow to save his pride, or ask for pardon for her steel?