Elizabeth smiles at the ranger with a soft giggle from the kiss to her knuckle.<strong>"A pleasure indeed."</strong>She says as she takes yet another sip from her drink, seeming to listen to the rangers plight all the while. Many other patrons of the eatery stare that way, but no one interrupts.<strong>"I'm not native to the village, but that just makes two of us."</strong>She says aloud, and then turns to look Zephyr in the eye.<strong>"Well first you'd have to specify on which problem. They have a few here, though it's not the best conversation to speak in the open. Perhaps upstairs?"</strong>She suggests, glancing toward the interested people.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the servant nods to the elven witch when she speaks her greeting.<strong>"Uhm, hello to you too mi'lady."</strong>She says with the same country accent the rest of the villagers have. She curtsies a bit, and glances about nervously for a few moments. It's not long before foot steps are heard from above, the manservant steps down with a soft smile.<strong>"He will see you for a few moments now, and see about scheduling a more lengthy visit sometime soon."</strong>He says as he gestures the elven lass to coming along, turning on his heel to escort her up the stairs by the hand.<br/><hr/>Blade, Zephyr recalls the last name fairly well. It was the last name used on a prominent merchant company that trafficked the frontier and the borderlands. It was do to them that many out of the way areas were stocked with goods from elsewhere at all. Past that, you can't recall much.