Maxim stood, stooping slightly to pick his coat up, draping it around his trim shoulders as a sort of makeshift cloak. He silently offered thanks that his clothing - beyond the coat - hadn't been damaged in the fighting. He liked them, and he didn't want to come across as being as uncivilised and unkempt as many of the self-professed adventurers he'd encountered - and sometimes shot - in the past. His sky-blue waistcoat was of an expensive cut, and delicately embroidered with elaborate and interweaving knots in gold thread, and the plain black breeches and riding-boots that he wore were taken from a cavalry officer, and therefore were both durable and attractive. He took pains to look presentable, at the very least, and any cosmetic damage would have been unfortunate, to say the least.<br/><br/>Seeing nothing else around that interested him - aside from the prospect of a bath, and that could wait - Maxim left the tavern, and headed back towards the dark elves, on the outskirts of the village. The two seemed to have built up a steady rapport, from what he could see, and he had to quash his innate prejudices in order to continue approaching them. Stopping near the pair, not wanting to be anywhere near the large reptile that the female was astride, Maxim offered her a brief, casual salute.<br/><br/>"That was interesting, then, wasn't it?" He asked blandly, referring to the skirmish that they'd fought. He didn't want to introduce himself just yet - he didn't trust either of them even slightly, and he was quite prepared to wait for their reactions to his presence.<br/><br/>"How is she?" He continued, gesturing to the unconscious girl, who was slung across the reptile's back.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>