The crowd seems to have a very distinct hierarchy to it, and it looks much like a royal court, if he's ever seen one. Blossom hovers near the outer edge, obviously looking for an opening inward, without breaking the rules of propriety, though she's clearly growing impatient quickly. just as he's getting a chance to really look around, and take in the various strange figures around him, Blossom jerks on his arm, and pulls him forward, depositing him into the center of the sudden circle that's formed, with the Queen and what's likely her Princess at the head.<br/><br/>Blossom quickly drops to her knees, and tugs him down, as well. "My Queen, I have found the mortal for whom you have been searching. He speaks our tongue as easily and capably as we do, and was found in the company of elven women. I overheard them praise him as a great warrior, but kind as well. I present him to you, for your consideration." Everything was spoken in a rush, almost breathlessly, and when she stopped talking, silence reigned the court, waiting for someone to speak; maybe him, maybe the Queen, it's hard to tell.