Tristan swallowed hard.<br/><br/>She was ogling all of them... having been kept rather sheltered, she hadn't seen much of this sort of thing. There wasn't any way she was going to turn down an offer to spend more time around the beautiful elves... she wondered what it would be like to be this comfortable around others. She didn't have much objection to showing skin or even being topless, but that was different. It wasn't just the lack of clothes, but the ease with which they came into contact with each other... Tristan felt there was an invisible wall between her and everyone else, and she had a sudden, intense desire to caress the elven woman who had greeted them.<br/><br/>Tris shifted uncomfortably, becoming rather aroused at the thought, just as Sil approached and took her hand. Her touch was gentle, but magnetic, and Tristan found herself following with barely a thought.<br/><br/>"Please," Sil cooed, "have a seat with us." She slid her other hand up around Tristan's shoulder. "Shall I get you some wine?"<br/><br/>"Y-yes... th-thank you," Tristan stammered. Sil sauntered off to get some, and the other elves introduced themselves.<br/><br/>First was the man that had been with Sil. He was the bearded one, and also quite muscular. He stood up, and gave a bow with a sweeping gesture of his hand. Tristan tried not to stare at him.<br/>“Hello, friends. I am Tannis. Lumberjack, carpenter, and overall master of woodcraft.”<br/><br/>The other male, who had luscious black hair as long as Sil’s and stone gray eyes, gave them a wave, still leaning up against the violinist. He had darker skin than the others, and still had most of his clothes on. “I’m Rylant,” he said with a grinned. “Not nearly as useful as Tannis, but still great company.”<br/><br/>The violinist didn’t introduce herself. She was the only one in the group who actually looked a bit miffed at the visitors. However, the other two women quickly picked up the slack. Both of them were pale, and while also blonde, their hair had a more silvery color, and they both had clear blue eyes.  One was taller than the other, and had a dark, serpentine tattoo winding up the right side of her body, and wore kohl around her eyes.  She also had several nasty scars on her side, similar to Tristan’s own. She wondered how she got them, and felt her old wounds tingle. “’<br/>I’m Brynn,” she said. Nodding to the other, she added. “She’s Azalea. She doesn’t talk.” Azalea glanced at Rita, and raised her index finger to her mouth, gently biting and sliding it along her teeth. Taking note of his gesture, Brynn adds, “And apparently she thinks that one is rather cute.”<br/><br/>“I’m Tristan, uh, and this is my companion Rita.”<br/><br/>Sil returned with two flagons and handed one to her. With one hand freed, she copped a quick feel of Tristan’s arm and gave her a sly wink, before heading over and offering the other flagon to Rita. Tris tensed at her touch, but she felt rather excited. She’d never felt her physique made her appealing like that.<br/><br/>“It’s not the fanciest, especially by elven standards. Just good enough to make for a nice celebration. If you ever find yourself in Blissarbour, they make a drink that tastes like love-making in a bottle.”<br/><br/>“Maybe if you mean that literally,” the musician scoffed.<br/><br/>“And that’s Fennel,” Tannis said, flashing a smile and rolling his eyes slightly, trying to ease the tension that Fennel seemed intent on creating.