Maxim turned with a start, hearing a door close behind him, finding himself alone in the hall with none other than the dark elf. She was clad in what looked like an exotic type of leather, and had a wicked-looking sword clasped at her waist. Feigning obeisance, he bowed slightly, standing to one side in case she sought to pass him by.<br/><br/>"G'morning, mistress. Lovely day out, innit?" He meekly asked her, in a crude approximation of the local dialect. He did his best to keep his eyes away from her surprisingly-attractive face, in stead preferring to play the part of the humble villager, staying out of the way of the fearsome and alluring foreign adventurer.<br/><br/>Privately hoping that she wouldn't detect any flaws in his hasty and imperfect disguise, he backed towards the stairs, giving her ample room to manouevre around the hall should she be so inclined.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>