Seren is jarred away from chasing Tiffany, bristling at this new figure. His voice comes out crisp and clear, but at a lower volume than his previous outburst as he assesses the man, "And who might you be? Giving me orders?" The man's speech was strange, but he seemed to have an aura of Authority about him that gave Seren pause.<br/><br/>And than Seren turned to the other elf, taking notice of her, "Seyrune is no dump! We were one of the wealthiest nations before my great grandfather handed us over to those snivelling tyrants without a fight. If nothing else we teach our women how to respect their superiors unlike whatever uncultured hole you crawled out of."