Gregoras swallowed as he eyed the smooth motion of the arrow being nocked. He lowered his hand to rest against the comfortingly solid tree, and continued to peer around the edge.
"Name's Gregoras. We're looking for help, not trouble," he spoke barely loudly enough for the words to carry to the elf, glancing from side to side as he spoke.

There's no point in delaying the inevitable, we need help and we need it now, he thought.
Tension lined his gaunt features as he slid uneasily from behind the heavy bole, his gloved hands spread away from his body.
"As you can see, I'm not readying an arrow or anything..."
Gregoras paused as he glanced over his shoulder at the approaching Talsarios.

"This man is my friend too. We'd happily tell you all about our business, if we could share that fire you've got going over there, rather than filling us with arrows," he continued, a slight warning emphasis on the last part of his words directed towards his well-heeled companion.