The Alkhev opened her mouth in thought as the priest seemed to make some sort of joke, unsure if she should have understood it and sent a few chuckles forward or not. Instead she offered an awkward smile, but from the emotionless Draconic metal face that stared forward at them upon her helm, her warmness was masked away efficiently.<br/><br/>He seemed nice enough, though his stares did bring a slight tilt of her head earlier that could not be avoided. She had been looked upon many times since entering the city, and in truth the experience was rather entertaining at first. The charm of the attention quickly wore off when she noticed she was unable to have proper conversations with most people, being outright avoided after their sparks of fear and anxiety were noticed. In some ways, Ruavia wished that the outside races of the realm concealed their expressions as much as her own kind; Though the price was the inability to tell if something pleased any of the giants, it also meant everyone was spared from any expressions of anger, disgust, or resentment. All they could see was beautiful shining metal, and it was words and words alone that told the truth of their feelings. It was safe to say that honesty among close allies was moderately important.<br/><br/>Her horned helm turned off to the changling that spoke up, her golden eyes once again going over its peculiar features - Or lack thereof - before she gave a curt bow of her head and a warm reply.<br/><br/>"Ruavia is my name. It is an honor, truly, to meet one of your kind. I must admit, I never thought I would get to see a changling until I was at least three-hundred years old." The young Alkhev commented before she straightened up and turned to gaze down at the both of them now as a pair, keeping the pole of her great-axe away from them that she not knock any heads with it.<br/><br/>"I will respect your request, and keep your identity safe within the confines of this hearby structure." Ruavia said with a stern nod of her head, though adding on quickly with a hint of curiosity. "What then, may we call you while on our mission? Would you like a nickname? If so, are there any that meet your fancy?" She gave another glance to Adien, her metallic and cleverly androgynous shape turning off to stare at the exit a moment.<br/><br/>"..Perhaps we should get on our way, and discuss on the journey there."