The intervention of an armed and armored (such as it was...) goblin brought the dandies up short. Three of them just gawked, while the woman turned very pink. The half-elf among them<em>did</em>let his hand fall from the hilt of his sword. The mood seems to have shifted to confusion and uncertainty.<br/><br/>"Well then, Paladin of Sune, we leave you and your Gur to your business, as you leave us to attend ours," the half-elf finally sputtered out, crossing his arms across the brocade at his chest.<br/><br/>"You could pay Faefolk's Finery a visit," the woman then offered, half a mumble, trying to not glance too much at Kieri, instead finding that street lamp over there very interesting. Which is getting her an odd look from the third of the group.