Kalin simply shifted his gaze without turning his head, his grin thinning back out to a smirk as he focused his attention more thoroughly upon the further two. "A dalharil of the House of Aeryth... With all those glittering rings, I might have guessed." He chuckled then, his eyes centered clearly on her, though with no clear intent. It was always entertaining to make the other races sweat a bit, but since these three were all capable fighters and they were well away from the patrolling guards... "I am Kalin of Eszrenth, a family of no extraordinary standing among the Drow.” He raised an eyebrow as his grin again displayed a hint of white teeth, pointedly indicating that rank did little to impress him.<br/><br/>At Arcxsus’ mention of a drink, Kalin seemed to perk up his attention slightly. The only really good taverns and bars in the city had ways of checking for fake gold that he couldn’t seem to get around yet, and had promptly put a watch on him at all times in their premises. It would also be a good chance to toy with these new acquaintances in a mutually neutral location. He nodded slightly, not quite taking his eyes away from the Fay just yet. “Perhaps there is truth after all to the stories of the Terrax being able to befriend anyone.”