An eyebrow arched when he mentioned a ring. The fairies did wear jewelry, but rings sometimes held significance, some even denoted where they fell in the hierarchy, which meant this man before her could have been much more than just a run of the mill fairy.  Matters only seemed more complicated when he said he did not have a mother back home.  The details were sparse, but she felt like her intuition was right.  He was a fairy child raised by a human father.<br/><br/>"The ring, what does it look like?" she asked, and then realized it might seem like she was oddly prying.  "It must be quite lovely if you have such an affinity for it."  She added, trying to cover her curiosity. She did not want to push to hard, that might spook him and if he wandered back into the night and someone from the bar realized what he was, he might be in trouble.  It was strange that she wanted to protect him, when her father had devoted so much time ensuring the fairies lost all their power.<br/><br/>"It's a bit far, hence the room in the inn.  About two days travel from here to my father's estate, but I needed to get the necklace and get some supplies.  I wouldn't call it an adventure.  I have many of those back home."  She said.  At home she could run the length of the woods and explore, but here she was stuck within one side of her nature.  She looked at him, wondering if it was best to be gentle or if it was better to just tell the truth about what she discovered.  Perhaps if he confirmed what the ring looked liked, she could make the right choice.