The elf girl's long, pointed ears perk up as her dazzling blue eyes peer toward Krystal.  "I've got a name you know..." she mutters out loud, chopping the axe down into the stump and leaving it there.  "He's gone off to Bilsworth, down the road.  Said he'd be back tomorrow."  Peering over the odd group of a bar maid, a young handsome warrior, and thieving looking halfling, the girl folds her arms.  "What's with this bunch?" she says to herself.  Out loud.