57 Elves, Coins, and Irrigation

As soon as Amber's voice fell, Gawain turned his head and stared at her fixedly, giving her the creeps. "What… what's the meaning of that look of yours…"

Gawain looked as if he was staring at an alien. "Why would you know a Druid?"

"Why can't I know a Druid!" Amber had her arms akimbo. "At the very least, I'm a half-elf, okay? All the Druid factions in the world originated from elves, don't you know?"

If it was anyone else with pointed ears who said that it would have been convincing, but not when this elven disgrace said it. Gawain looked up and down for awhile at the bandit girl still looking bold and confident in justifying herself, then he finally came out and said, "You mean you know him in the sense that you stole something from this guy, and he tried to chase and kill you?"

"That's an insult!" Amber jumped up instantly. "How could anyone catch me stealing!"

Gawain: "…"

Why did it seem like there was something off about her rebuttal?