Maria
Pompeii is strutting into the city. She's got her own personally designed dress that flows perfectly, some kickass heels with spikes on them, and two MASSIVE arbalests on her back, criss cross apple sauce. 
The arbalests are made out of a tasteful dark wood with silver and gold carvings that look like swirls of air. They seem very masterfully crafted.
She lugs a big suitcase behind her with one hand, while she puffs her fluff with another, the other two hands holding a cigar up to her mouth and lighting it as she walks through town.
Lewis
*Terrel would be making his way along the road, most of his focus on a map he held as he would casually trace a route to a nearby country while he walked. He planned on making a trip back north and, after a short visit to a cartographer, he managed to get a map to give him an idea of what alternative routes there were in comparison to the ones he has already tried. In his moment of mild distraction, the Elf hadn't taken notice of the moth, mostly due to him becoming used to those typically moving out of the way of the tall masked Elf. It wasn't until he had practically tripped over the short woman that he finally came to notice her on the road, having to catch himself before he could fall completely over her. Terrel would lower his map, glancing down at her with a lack of much interest.*"Pardon me."*He'd say, his voice monotone.*
Maria
She scoffs at the man not watching himself.
"Watch where you're going, you mouth-breather."
She seems extremely irritated and then notices the mask.
"Oh my my, I didn't know the circus was in town."
She states pompously.
Lewis
"Mouth-breather?"*The Elf would question back to himself, mostly confused by the sudden backhanded insult. His focus, now on the moth person, would lead him to looking her up and down quizzically. With the comment towards the circus, the Elf would merely smirk at her, deciding to play along to her pompous nature.*"You like?"*He'd question.*"It's quite traditional around here during this time of year. Noblemen tend to feel more festive when the celebrations start."*The Elf would lie, figuring this woman for some kind of tourist.*
Maria
She pauses in disbelief and fluffs up her floof a bit Incase he was telling the truth.
"There's no way you're actually a noble."
She looks him over a second time.
"Maybe with those robes you could be, but unless you're sneaking to you're mistresses house I can't imagine nobility being caught dead wearing something like that."
She parks the suitcase behind her and takes a puff of her cigar.