<span style="color: #408000">"Greetings, Sir Stacy," the elf replied. "Please, just Levainlain. No such formality is necessary." He was pleased that the young man had joined them, though he appeared to be rather uncomfortable. "Of course. We could discuss it over a meal tonight, should you wish to join us, or in private this evening." He pondered the circumstance of having three others in his home. He had never had visitors spend the night therein, nor had any but elves for a meal, thus he was very nervous of the sudden. What should he feed them? Would they be comfortable? There was plenty of space to keep people, but he was unsure if it was suitable for their preferences. <br/><br/>He was surprised to hear that Stacy was noting that someone was watching them, and almost asked if that was a self-reference, but refrained and instead turned his head in the same direction. He stared, blinking often, unsure if the sight before him was a trick of the eye. <span style="font-style: italic">A...hand?</span> He thought, confused. His worries first flicked to precaution. "Do you think that it's dangerous?" He whispered. It would be his responsibility to deal with it if it were. But another concern came to him moments later. "How, or what, am I supposed to feed such a creature?" </span>