Zelith looked quizzically about the town he came to a small parlor of sorts with a group of being gathered inside perhaps some sort of eatery. He walked in looking around his hood still drawn up. As he looked about the room was far too dark. to get a proper look about. But his eyes did find a familiar face. He had been an on and off council to her father ever since he settled in his tower.  "What would your father say knowing you were congregating around such a young race lady?" he address Vivianna. removing the hood of his cloak. A casual smile on his face but the darkness of the shop was far to low for his liking raising his staff to touch the nearest light he spoke his words echoed with power. "Jhol shos shes sheal tostyl thasti,  jheas jhol karaes ail tia cal" He spoke in a fairly old dialect of elven the light lit up it was no return of power to the building but magical light in all too willing locations to bare it. Enough to keep the shop illuminated.<br/><br/>letting the staff slide back to the floor in his hand Zelith looked around there were murmurs in a tongue he not yet understand. He turned to the lady Vivianna. It was a common game for him never to pay proper etiquette towards her or even her lord father they were still a shorter lived race than he. Often when talking to them showed the respect and contempt as if her father was a friend more then his lord.