The Eladrin cocked his head at the weasel, not noticably bothered by it talking, or it ordering him. Familiars and such were common things for him. As for being ordered about, Merelus was hard to offend. The Eladrin smiled, and stepped back. Or he seemed to. Instead of standing there, he vanished, the mists of Thedras claiming him.He reappeared in the next floor up of the establishment. The Eladrin knew that kind of thing tended to worry people, but it was much quicker. With that, he set off at a quick run, heading for where he knew Dante would be.