Huh. Swamp Elf had a nice laugh. Or maybe he was already developing Stockholm Syndrome.

"She said you knew somethin' about who the enemy here was." Note: every word of that was a lie. But it was what he'd read into what she'd actually said, so that was close enough. "Seemed real intent on makin' sure I didn't think the enemy was you." If he smoked, he could flick his cigarette under one of these trees and torch the whole place. But chances are, a ghost would pop up and thank him for the smoke. "So if you try to kill me, I'm gonna have to go tell her I told her so."