The serving girl's nervousness is certainly no surprise.  While some are offended by stereotypes, and still others are proud of them, Ithi'Ka is neither... the drow outside her clan may not have warranted such fear, but her own?  The most certainly did.<br/>Still, Ithi'Ka tries her best to smile and nod politely in gratitude... the gesture comes off a little strange, as does just about everything about the drow girl, but it isn't without its sincerity.  Rather, the simple gesture is almost worth studying, as one might admire the mannerisms of a high-born statesman turning the tables around him.<br/>A couple minutes pass, and she studies the note before re-folding it, then bending aside her chair to place it into her knapsack.  She glances up at the approach of Gale, having noted the distribution of a letter to him as well, and from her momentary vantage point she sizes him up... studies his armor, notes what he seems to carry, then looks up through her lashes at him.<br/>She straightens and rises to her feet, smiling demurely at the man.  "I should hope it won't hurt<i>too</i>grafely," she says, and he can tell from her speech that the common tongue is not her native one.  "Ithi'Ka.  I am glad to meet you."  She gestures casually at the chair beside hers, and as she stands she diverts her gaze to Vatra, offering the same smile and, very subtly, inclining her head to the last chair at their table, a subtle invitation.<br/>"My friend, Knave," she says softly and gestures to her shrouded companion.  She makes no explanations, merely takes her seat lightly and resumes her careful study of her fellow adventurer.  Pleasantries, initially, are easy with her, but the strange aura of her presence is soon quite apparent... a stark contrast to the rather innocent-looking features.