"There you are, two-legged. What do you say now? You tried to make us drop our guard, while your spies got ins

"There you are, two-legged. What do you say now? You tried to make us drop our guard, while your spies got inside the tomb?" The centaur knocks an arrow, holds his bow close at the ready, then aims at a boy of about eighteen, who can barely stand from fear.