<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/7xnbmtv.jpg)</div><br/>Nirael had been enjoying his journey so far. There was so much to see, and so much to learn. Yet all that learning had to occasionally take a break and allow him to enjoy the life itself, such as the company of a lovely lass. Occasionally though the life would throw dilemma in his path that he could not make heads or tails about. This seemed to be one of those moments.<br/><br/>The elven figure was that was holding both him and the smith's daughter in her sights seemed capable, and though he appreciated the lovely view in the room thanks to the ball of light that had served to awaken them, he also knew that in this case those observations had to wait. The very serious threat accompanied by a very sharp looking bolt aimed at the two of them did persuade him to go along with her request for now, and find out what she was after. If things got bad, he would start casting at her while making himself a target to let the smith's daughter flee. Given he was fairly sure this mystery woman was after him and not her, he didn't want to drag her into trouble with him. At the same time, he silently hoped it would not be necessary.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmhh... well I was hoping to wake up early but I didn't expect to be woken by at this hour, and even less that I would find myself a target."</strong>He remarked casually, trying to keep a light air in the room rather than get all deadly serious. Hoping to soften the atmosphere slightly. He was moving to his feet in a casual pace, not rushed and threatening, but not purposefully sluggish either. As he slipped from beneath the sheets, Nirael's body came to a clear view.<br/><br/>His hair was a wild brown, his eyes a chestnut brown shade, and his slim, firm figure completely without cloth to cover up in, exposing his figure to their nightly guest's observations. He was five feet and five inches in height, and seemed to possess a somewhat elfin shape to him, his fingers looking a bit slender for a human, his eyes a little deeper pools, a keen intellect shining through in them.<br/><br/><strong>"So, to what do we owe the pleasure, miss...?"</strong>He tried to keep a little conversation going, having already made up his mind what to do if things looked too threatening. For now, he wanted to learn her motives and her goal. As long as she kept simply threatening them rather than trying to shoot them, he was willing to give her the benefit of some doubt. An assassin would have just snuck in to cut his throat after all, not alarmed them of her presence. He didn't know what she might want, but figured he would soon find out.<br/><br/>His momentary analysis of the situation done, he allowed his eyes to roam along their guest's figure a bit more inquisitively for a moment, taking it in and appreciating it like viewing fine artwork, smiling genuinely as he waited for her words.