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Normally it may work well for them against a uniformly agreed-upon cause or enemy, in this case Bexley, but when there's cause for disagreement... you, well you're already starting to see weakness among them.
<span class="mu-g">"Fools, can you not see yourselves, your behavior? Is this natural? We elves are better than this... no, it is the cause of this... this witch!"</span>
<span class="mu-g">"If you want to address the prisoner you can, but she is <span class="mu-i">our</span> prisoner."</span>
<span class="mu-g">"Hold there kin! We chose for you to stand and speak for us, but you are not any higher than the rest of us!"</span>
Being fair to them, it's beyond abnormal for the elves to have to deal with a situation like this, with you. But just off this you can start to understand some of the benefits the humans have with their system of nobility, highborn and lowborn and such. Would help to avoid situations like thi- oh would you look at that, some elf already shot an arrow at another, and now a fight has broken out!
A clear division between those elves a little more in control of themselves, or resistant to your presence, and those acting upon their hearts and desires... you know which side you prefer! And with you caught in the middle, as bonds fall apart and conflict rises. How delightfully... pure this chain of events and outcome has been, nothing but a situation of love! Well you also suffer a bit in the process, the mess of combat that the situation becomes, you get a stray arrow or stab wound. But in their attempts to claim you for themselves, the worst of the fighting gravitates around you personally.
<span class="mu-g">"-now then woman! I have you to myself, oh what desires I shall- hyurk!"</span>
A particularly skilled warrior who fells a few comrades to carry you off between some tents amid the chaos, eager to have his wicked way with you until he is stabbed through the neck with a spear, and you find yourself yanked up onto horseback by yet another warrior. Seeking to spirit you away with him from the camp, until an arrow takes him from the saddle and you with him.
<span class="mu-g">"-khh... -khh... so... beautiful..."</span> the dying she-elf reaches out to wipe the blood from your face, as you recover from the fall beside her.
Oh dear, what a mess you've made... like anyone, you imagine the elves given time and exposure to you, might develop some tolerance. But for now, these elves getting their first exposure to you, have been taken wildly by their instincts and inability to make sense of who you are and why you have this effect on them.
