Sarach
"What more information could you possibly need? You are not members of our group. We do not tell outsiders who we are. Just remember, there are a thousand others just like you. You know that we exist and quite fraknly, you wouldn't be much use to us if you declined now." He says that with a hint of menace. Then, with another puff of smoke, the elf is gone.

Merry
She does not stop you. She lays next to you, looking perfectly content. Time drags on, and she falls asleep, her body pressed against yours.