Demetri made his way down the stairs as he heard Elisia yell at him, and he couldn't help but shake his head at the way she acted. She truly thought she was some sort of goddess, and he knew he had better education than she did. Sure, he might not have been as clever as the Gnome, or even the Elf, but he had Galtean education, and that was something that oracle could never claim. She was form a backwoods cult that acted like fanatics, if this had been a more organized kingdom, then they would have been outlawed.<br/><br/>He had a deep frown on his features as he casually brushed by people in the tavern, it was getting more packed at this point, and he tried to keep his eyes about to ensure that no one came after his pouches. The last thing he wanted was for some cut purse to grab at his coins, and so he was cautious as he made his way to his companions. Though as a gap in the crowd opened, he seen a rather attractive silver haired elf sitting with his allies, and he narrowed his eyes.<strong>"Family of yours, Varon?"</strong>He asked, remarking on the similarities between them as he came up to the table to look at his companions.