If Eibhlin heard Aisling's order to stand down it didn't show.  She kept the tip of the staff against the soft hollow at the base of his neck, though she was careful not to press down hard enough to cause any more damage, easing up just a bit, her eyes flicking over him, really looking at him for the first time.<br/><br/>"You do not know what he meant... and if we are not in Arcadia there is even more reason to be cautious..." she said quietly, her voice holding touches of darkness, the tone low and calm, though oddly musical.<br/><br/>When the man began to speak she tilted her head slightly, catching a word every once in a while, though not enough to truly understand what he was saying... Aisling had always been the one interested in learning...<br/><br/>She tensed when the strange man reached into his pocket, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied the strange paper and metal that he pulled out.  She put a hand on Aisling's shoulder and gently moved her friend back away from his outstretched hand.  She reluctantly pulled the staff away from him and reached out to touch the paper, not taking it from his hand, the rest of her weave dissipating as she felt the power bleed away upon the winds.  "This is not dangerous..." she murmured after a moment to Aisling before looking back at the man and shaking her head, gently pushing his hand back down towards him with the money.