"You tell tales of the impossible with such passion your flames tickle even the most skeptical. Your sense of wonder is measured out far too heavily for so small a child. Perhaps that's the secret of a good story teller. Too much of the fantastic for one mouth is a burden best shared with a thousand ears." The voice had a distinct accent, the otherworldly tinkle of bells that came from one who was raised to speak native elvish. Despite the fact his clothing was significantly out of fashion, he was readily recognizable as a healer. With blond tresses roughly cut, he was otherwise well groomed and elegant, despite the apparent age of his clothing.<br/><br/>His smile matched his gaze, warm and unconcerned, as if he had not ascertained the gravity of the girl's discussion with Daemion. With a delicate tilt of his hips, the elf held up his hands gingerly, introducing himself without title, "I am Ekimus Kornis. I was eager to hear more of your fanciful stories, if only to indulge in more of your gifted voice..." He seemed to notice Daemion for the first time, his face impassive as he offered a slightly more masculine bow. Ekimus was well known for his deeds in the Time of Fire, and though the centuries of lying low had weathered his reputation down to the point he was at best a vaguely remembered name amongst many in the tapestry of war, he had a strong presence, as if he were once upon a time used to being heeded despite being a few centuries out of practice.<br/><br/>"But forgive me, please. I've interrupted you. If time permits, and your companion indulges, I would love to discuss your tales of dreams and shadows. I can pass the time with tales of my own of the Old Kingdom, the Fair Queen... and her court." He seemed to taste the last words, over-enunciating them, as if he were making a veiled threat. It made no sense though, and given the measured pace of his speech and his calling as a healer, it was unlikely he was the type to frequently resort to intimidation. Perhaps it was just his unusual accent. He bowed again sharply, before ascending the steps, "Milord... by your leave, I should very much like to borrow her when you are finished."