The elf opened her mouth to answer the monk, though her eyes become distracted by the sight of the half-orc wandering in, and she gives him and his wolfmate an inquisitive, searching furrow of her brow before her look turns to a more accepting one and she glances back to Kerrek, the monk. "Oh that's interesting," she agrees, then begins to add, "Well, I th-"<br/><br/>This time interrupted by the halfling seated a couple stools behind her, the paladin blinked and turned to look at her, "Hmmm. Are they not though, little one?" The paladin murmurs with curiosity, the use of her term apparantly a common one for her, as opposed to an insult, "Perhaps they have a rhyme or reason behind their laws that we as outsiders fail to see; or failing that, perhaps they just need your help to see a better path? Not all of a race are necessarily bad just because a custom is distasteful, you know." The paladin interjects, forgetting about the conversation with the monk for the moment.<br/><br/>(OOC: Only an evil check here. ;) Bed calls, no replies till the morrow. Enjoy you all. :))