Kelk gave a friendly wave to any guards around that he knew, either ignoring or failing to notice any snarky comments about his decision. It wasn't much later that the couple approached him, a human he was almost eye to eye with and an elf clung protectively to the man's side. The human seemed friendly and polite enough, so Kelk extended his own hand to give the other's a firm shake. "Alone? Now,<em>that</em>would be foolish. No, sir, I'm hoping to party up too." It was nice to speak his mother tongue for a while. In a town like Phlan, the only people an elf could relax with linguistically were their family and close friends. The lean warrior inwardly hoped that anyone else headed to the gate today could show him the same courtesy.<br/><br/>It seemed the skilled archer's wish was soon granted. Two more elves approached, one of pure blood and one mixed, though such things didn't really matter to Kelk. Seeing the markings on the fragrant woman's face sparked a vague memory in his head. Something his parents told him about bad or disobedient members of their race when he was a child. It escaped him at the moment and was inwardly dismissed as likely being another tale from the old country. Maybe he could ask about it later, if they all turned out to get along.