Alena smiled warmly looking over the elven pirate.  She found comfort in those warm eyes.  She ahrugged gently at the question of the importance that the cloak itself bore.  It was with that she shrugged slightly.  "It gives comfort.  Makes me feel safe much as I assume your blades would do were I to impose myself on a deae such as you."<br/><br/>Alena chuckled at hee own statement as she diwned her second shot just as quick as the first had drowned down her throat.  She smiled listening to the curse of the elves and looked curiously.  She shook her head.  She had been kept to nothing but the blade from such a young age that lore didn't mean much to her.  She was warming and the alcohol was blushing her cheeks.  She tilted her head wondering why the other woman hadnt asked to see her face.  She smiled beneath her mask and laughed listening to the tale.  "Makes me feel ackwarde.  You are a savior while I destroy flesh.  But I would take a rescue from you any day Lady Velvaina."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>