Elariel saw the tilted head and amusement in Aeo'leth's posture and couldn't help but chuckle to herself, shaking her head.<br/><br/>"Aeo'leth," Elariel said by way of both greeting and farewell as he stepped past. She then turned her eyes to Tae'loren, unable to help but rake her them over him as she took in his form. He said that he wanted to clean up even though he hadn't seemed to break a sweat, but that could just be the product of a long day of travel.<br/><br/>"A walk would be lovely. Would you like me to show you to our room?" She asked, offering him her hand.<br/><br/>When Tae'loren took Elariel's hand she led him slowly through the halls, smiling and nodding at whoever passed and gave them greeting. Earlier she had entered rather casually with the two Night Elves, and even though one of her kind was a novel sight in this part of the land, people did not seem to stare too much. But now? As she held Tae'loren's warm hand and led him to the living quarters? Well, that drew a little more interest.<br/><br/>Finally she reached their room, pushing open the heavy wooden door and showing him to where she had dropped their packs in the corner. The room was simple; four stone walls, dressing table with a wash basin and cloth, an armour stand, and a bed that was barely wider than a standard one.<br/><br/>"Your fighting style and meditation technique certainly seemed to draw attention out there," She commented as she unfastened her cloak and settled it over the end of the bed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>