Sigmund straightened slightly as he was taken aback by the natural grace the pure-blooded elven woman posessed. Certainlty Kachina's form already held a place in his mind, but he'd be on the lookout for others to occupy his thoughts as well. "Time and fortune willing, madam, both would be preferable." He said, examining the woman with a more discerning eye. "I apologize for bringing a beaten dog into your house, but I was lead to believe he owed a sizable amount of coin here." Sigmund offered up the tattered pouch. "A meager offering on his behalf. Alas, he was not willing to part with it, nor did he seem to have more to part with, at first glance. I've yet to thoroughly search him."