With his questions answered, Farish's expression softened a bit. "Oh, so that's it," he spoke. "I didn't know people could do such things." The boy was actually somewhat impressed that he'd met someone here with such a talent. His final word "impressive" had barely left his mouth when, to his great surprise, an elf joined their table.<br/><br/>Farish was aware of his mouth opening slightly in surprise, and he worried, for a moment, that he was to be berated for soiling proud elven blood. The expression on the man's face, however, quickly banished this idea. His was a look of loneliness and of pleading desperation. Perhaps, being far from elven lands, he was willing to accept any sort of remotely elvish company.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Do you speak the elvish tongue?"</span>the fair-haired man asked, and the sound was soft and sweet. It had been a while since Farish heard another speaking elvish, and he'd almost forgotten what a graceful language it was in comparison to English. Darakus cleared his throat, possibly out of irritation. That was understandable, he supposed.<br/><br/>Farish offered a somewhat sympathetic smile to the elven man and responded in his own young, sweet-sounding elvish.<span style="font-style: italic">"Yes, I do. My name is Farish Ke'il. You seem lonely, sir."</span>He introduced himself promptly, and spoke respectfully, as his mother taught him he should when speaking to his elders (the elvish ones, anyway). He continued in English, so as to not completely leave out Darakus, who'd turned to staring into space.<br/><br/>"These are my friends: Chizu and Darakus. And your name, sir?" As they conversed a waiter came to take their orders. Since Farish already had food, he would have simply ignored the young man, had Chizu not started growling at him.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00FFFF">"Akuma! Bakemono! Oni! grrrr..."</span></span>The words came out in nearly indecipherable purrs like any the Wind Sprite spoke, but the half-elf grasped them. Farish looked with surprise between Chizu and the young waiter who had just appeared. It didn't surprise him Chizu might be able to identify a demon, but he couldn't see anything off about the man. And why such a strong reaction?