With her deep, dark purple cloak lightly draped around her shoulders, Aredhel walked down the stairs as silently she could, her mother had always insisted on good behavior and polite manners. Though arguably humans slept much harder than elves, habits where hard to break, especially if they were deeply rooted.<br/><br/>It was to a certain degree of relief she noted that others were already enjoying their meals as she had no intention to disturb an old man's rest so more vividly than she had expected, Aredhel took a seat well within sight from the innkeeper, catching his gaze and nodding gracefully as he greeted her good morn.<br/><br/>"A sturdy breakfast for two, good man, for we have much to do today."<br/>Though her words could have been thought of as jolly, her tone of voice sounded as austere and grave as ever, though not quite stern enough to awake dislike.<br/><br/>Her blue eyes wandered over to the man with the familiar, briefly brushing over him before indulging herself in watching the cute pseudo-dragon, something she would never admit to take a liking to.