With Sira safely hidden away within her bag, Xarithe already positioned by the door. He would be the first to step out into the hallway once the meeting has adjourned. Lingering for only a moment to make eye contact with the halfelf, to sincerely state "Thank you." Nothing more, nothing less. If he had plans to linger long, they would not be known, for no sooner was he in the hallway would he hear Albali's voice instructing him to come with her, accompanied by a tug on his sleeve. Xarithe stepping along in stride, transitioning smoothly as one whom was accustomed to this manner of treatment.<br/><br/>Once out on the street he would take in the sights and sounds, what little there was to see at least, of the now busier streets of Kajaani. Hearing and seeing Eiyre putting on a most believable ruse Xarithe smiles to himself. He deciding that it would be best to take measures to throw any suspicious onlookers as far off the trail as possible. Making small talk with Albali as they make their way through the crowd, speaking of her Raven, of the species of bird in general, various interests the two may share in the local wild life and fauna, mundane things that would give away any inkling to the man's true abilities. Though at times he forced himself to sound enthusiastic ,at  others it would be clear to any onlookers that Xarithe felt relaxed around the darkly dressed woman, that he truly was enjoying his time with her. The manner in which he spoke to her, smiled over at her despite the unfriendly scowl she shot any whom looked her way, or perhaps because of it. For to those gossiping sorts, her scowl could simply be a means of scaring off any interested females in the mysterious handsome stranger whom had recently arrived in town.<br/><br/>When handed the ration he takes it with care, "Thank you miss." he offers unraveling it as they walked. Though he had already eaten a light breakfast, he saw no reason to deny her hospitality. The sweet smell of the bread would mix with the alluring smell of his flesh. Xarithe taking small bits into his mouth between small talk. hhmming with exaggerated delight. "This is all you eat? Surely you jest?" he questions. Finding this information to be most depressing. "Well... so long as you make an exception from time to time...not that there is anything wrong with this of course."  he continues "I myself, know my way around a kitchen well enough. As such I try and cook a great many dishes when I have the time. Admittedly though, my specialty lies in the preparation, and cooking of meats...." he informs her, trailing off slightly as he drops the subject. As indeed much of the meat he had cooked while growing up had been live meals prepared for the naga, not the type of cooking that most cared to hear about. "Perhaps I could even cook something for you." he offers as they pass by booth after booth. Only to stop at a rather unassuming stand. Run by an older woman which seemed to sell various amulet's nick-knacks and the like. Xarithe occupies himself by browsing her goods while Albali would conduct her business. The druid could tell there was more going on between the two then meets the eye, but he would not question it as he simply bows to the woman and thanks her for her time once Albali had finished. To her mention of going somewhere private Xarithe cannot help but beam, "Of course my dear, lead the way. I have little else to do here in town, for I travel with all that I need." he informs her. Following close behind as the two make their way out of town, and shortly thereafter slip into the concealment of the woods.<br/><br/>The moment they had entered the wood, it would be evident that Xarithe was at home in the wild. For no matter the density of undergrowth, the presence of briars, roots, overturned logs and the like. Xarithe steps unhindered through it all, never breaking stride, seeming to know just how and where to step, the earth supporting his every motion as a partner in a delicate ballet. Furthermore the man leaves not a trace of his presence upon the ground, no indentation, no tracks for others to follow, or evidence that he had ever been there at all.. "It's nice to be out of that town." he states with a sigh of relief. The druid chuckling once the two where far enough away from the bustling logging village. "I apologize for my chatter back there." he simply states, knowing that she would likely understand the reason for it while in town. As the two wind their way deeper into the woods, Xarithe cannot help but wonder how the others are doing (I hope they all managed to stay out of trouble...) is all that he could think.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>[[Bluff and knowledge nature rolls for his chatter :3<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/137382">Bluff</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+5</span><span style="font-weight: bold">7</span><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/137385">Nature</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+9</span><span style="font-weight: bold">16</span>