Commodore Shufgar: You are called Elf, yes? And you are the second-in-command?
Elf: I am first in command, not second. These soldiers answer to me.
Commodore Shufgar: And the shortest male? You seemed to defer to him when you were first captured.
Elf: He died. We buried him.
Commodore Shufgar: Ah. That explains why his clothing was so filthy.
Elf: Let me out of these cuffs for five seconds, and you'll have at least six interesting new holes you can try to talk out of.