I approach you confidently and with an aura of supremacy, pinning you with my sharp stare

Feel honoured to serve me, lowly surface dweller, for I, Sassandra, the fifth daughter of the noble house Khalazza, require your assistance.

I sigh and I think how should I soften my command, as I realize I am on the surface and lowly surface dwellers like you don't follow the notion of elven supremacy

Lead me to the marketplace in this town, the place you folks call the "mall"... Please?