The greying elf looked up at Marcia as she greeted him, nodding his head slightly in return and speaking. His voice was mature and melodic, almost as if he was singing when he spoke. Yet there was something powerful in his voice alone it seemed. "I am called Silas by the humans who's tongue dances not with the language of old. Pray tell me then what you wish to ask, what questions does your young mind now hold?" He watched her, his eyes seeming to be observing her face intently for the time being though still listening carefully.<br/><br/>There was something a bit unearthly about the elf's eyes. They were vibrant and alive, his voice strange, and he seemed to hold a position of respect among humans too. Watching Marcia quietly at the time, he gestured to another chair a bit aside. Wooden, fine craftsmanship, and sturdy. "Pull yourself a seat and speak your mind freely."