The elf paladin watched the halfling with pursed lips and curious eyes for the moment, before her head turns to the door, and she offers a bright smile to the monk. She gets off her stool, and again offers a polite curtsey in return, before nodding once to Drake's words.<br/><br/>"Something like that, if you can call us that," Aicelia grins like only elves seem to be able to, indicating to one of the stool chairs nearby, her eyes now scrutinizing him (better not be evil!) as he speaks, though she seems to be just looking over his rather exotic form. "Nope, you're -definitely- not from around here! Looking for work? Adventure? Or just a good time?" Wink.