She couldn't help but smile a little. The Drow didn't smile too often but the Tielfling was a very kind sort. It was rare for her to see him without his cloak. It was something she could understand. Most didn't like what he was so covering it up was just easier. "No, I would not take your cloak. If we cannot find me one, then I will have to do my best to keep calm."<br/>That was something she was sure she could do but not well if she had to see that mans face again. Then something came to mind. If her father was here, where was her mother? After all, considering their culture, she had to be the one that agreed with him to sell her. Her power had to be greater than her fathers'.<br/><br/>"If you can't find the Bharash, leave him be. I'm sure he will be busy soon enough." She was not comfortable here and having a cloak would help but there is no telling who noticed her little outburst in the bar. Sticking close to her comrades was going to have to be a must. They could at least keep her from getting herself killed if she moved to attack anyone. Then again, they may just have to take her swords until they left, just to be safe.