Literature
The Power of Suggestion
"Ah, Rider Avanar. How unfortunate to make your acquaintance again." Tez looked down at the White Rider, who was currently forced into a half-bow by virtue of Maria twisting his right arm behind his back, the left one with its sprained wrist held carefully to his stomach. The Rider's namesake immaculate white tunic was looking considerably less immaculate now, covered as it was in dirt and blood.
"Eldest," Avanar spat.
"Did I not tell you to leave me and mine alone?" he said silkily. "Did I not? Why do you feel so compelled to trouble us?"
"You threaten the Moot, the entire Elven nation with your actions!"
"If by "threaten" you mean