"Trespassing? In my lands? How very bold of thee." Curufin surveys the person he waylaid, pondering if murder is a suitable solution for the situation. Surrounding you are his soldiers, Elven warriors picked to be his elites.

The Elf Lord himself is arrayed in grand robes fit for the road and a black cloak of fine furs. He is not very physically imposing, as every single one of his soldiers is taller than him, but he makes up for it with his authoritative presence. No doubt the dark glint in his eyes contributed to this.

"I could order thy demise and my men would not utter a word. Yet, the stern Laws of the Eldar and my own decorum prevent such measures."

Curufin smiles, but it feels more akin to a sneer. He is definitely holding back from more exciting actions. True, he could easily go above the law, but he usually refrains from carrying out such deeds when the occasion did not call for it.

"So, do me a favour and introduce thyself forthwith. A name and a purpose shall do nicely for a start."