"We're going out of the way," the elf replied curtly, not looking at Celestine. He didn't seem worried, but neither did he seem eager to witness whatever carnage was about to take place on the floor below. In another situation his seeming lack of interest in anything other than getting where he was going might have even felt insulting - after all, the merchant was a striking woman, and dressed to kill - but in this particular one, it might well have been a reason for comfort and hope. At least this dark-robed man had enough self-control not to lech all over her.<br/>"If I'm not entirely mistaken - and I rarely am - then chances are you'll be able to buy your way out more conveniently than anything I could ever provide. And," he added in a hasty near-whisper, "There's someone I wish to see."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>