Ari managed a conciliatory smile for the T'skrang troubador, feeling her cheeks burning with his rebuff.  She shot a glance towards Xhol, one that seemed to say<em>thank you very much</em>although it was very likely couched in a sarcastic manner.  "My apologies, Master Keliek't." she said glibly with a slight curtsey.  "Welcome to the Stone Turtle."<br/><br/>And then he brushed past her, obviously discounting her.  A narrow crease grew between her brows as she watched him make his way towards her papa, wondering what business he might have with an inn keeper.   And he seemed to be making quite an impression!  For half a second she considered making her way over to the bar and eaves dropping, but then she remembered her waiting friends and decided against it.  Still, the seed of curiosity had been planted... perhaps Xhol might be able to illuminate...<br/><br/>Taking a seat on the bench, she tried to pretend that Master Kelkiek't didn't didn't exist and that only the five of them did.<br/>"I was going to suggest we go up to my room, but really, a chance to hear new stories and songs from an honest to goodness troubador!"  As usual, she launched into speech without preamble, speaking her mind, cutting into the conversation.  "Where is his from, Xhol?  And why is he in Whitewater?"