An Elven man- albeit a very pretty one- huffed as he eyed the upper sections of the city from under the hood of his cloak. While he was accustomed to the rain as a lifelong resident of the City of Towers, that didn't precisely mean he enjoyed the weather. When said water had washed the streets above before falling to the lower levels, it was even less pleasant. Tucking a piece of hair back behind his ear, he turned a corner pleased to have found an awning. He arched an eyebrow at the three figures he could see, before deciding that they seemed harmless enough.<br/><br/>Joining the other three beings under the awning, he pulled his hood down, absently undoing his braid so as to redo it.<span style="color: #8000BF">"Good evening. Apologies if I am intruding."</span>He murmured in Common, adding to the Clawfoot,<span style="color: #8000BF">"Well, aren't you a beauty?"</span>He took a seat on one of the available benches, still rebraiding his hair.