Tiriel

Tiriel glares angrily at Callos and barely controls her instinctual response to draw her sword.
You know you'll gain nothing lasting from fighting him. He's a bitter rotter. Just deal with it later - there are larger things at hand.

Tiriel takes her hand off the hilt of her sword, "Well then, I guess you were just lucky to have someone in front of you."
She turns and starts walking back toward the cave only stopping to collect her dropped bow.