She had been watching the goings-on by the cave. Not many people could upset her as much as this fellow had. As the drow and his lady left, riding for town, she glared out of the woods at him.
A mocking laugh drifted out of the woods to the man by the cave. "Any creature can be a fool. In fact most are, at some point. But it takes a special kind of person to be a coward," the woman's voice said quietly. "You're on my turf. I want you out of these woods by sunup, or they won't find your body." She laughed again, and the laugh drifted away into the woods and died away.
Now she needed to go make sure that silly girl was all right, and hopefully talk sense into her. She rode hell-for-leather towards the inn. The drow had beaten her there by a good margin. She got off her horse and went inside.
She was dripping wet, because of the rain, but that didn't matter. She was actually a rather short woman, but several people had learned the hard way to leave her alone. Some of the men in the bar leered at her, but she just glared at them. She noticed the woman by the bar who looked entirely too pleased with herself. Another person she needed to come to an understanding with, most likely. But that could wait. She looked around for the drow.