"We meet again, Arya"
Durza was looking at the mountains. Everything worked better than expected. He went to the last surviving but unconscious elf, and took the blue egg. Then he realized it.
"What does that mean! The egg is fake!" Taken by rage, he destroyed it. When he regained his sense, he was in the middle of a sea of blood. His sword was unsheated and in his hand. All the Urgals around him were dead... But most important, without realizing it, he also killed the elf.
"Unholy Glabardaten, the King will kill me now... I have to find a way to fix that." Durza started to think. He could still find another elf... or another human, some unlucky so-called Varden which would have been betrayed by those treacherous pointy ears.
Yeah... That's what he'll do. The nearest human village is called... Carvahall.