[Oh, there's an elf here who's in trooooooouble. Stacia breathes slowly, trying to keep her Rage dampened to reasonable levels that won't terrorize the guy further. She'll come back to the apology later, he's clearly not willing to hear it right now; not until his grievances are resolved.]

I'm not a vegetarian, but I'm strongly against eating anything smart enough to hold a conversation. We've got Jack, the guy that brought us here, working out which of the elves assaulted you. [A word she has chosen very deliberately, to show him how seriously they're taking this.] Because that's not acceptable behavior here, and we don't want it to happen again.