Taken pushes her hood back, smiling rather shyly, and speaking in the Elven tounge in return compliment.  "My crude disguise does not fool your eyes of course." she states, then bows and enters the firelight.  "I am thankful, more for any word of kindness, than your hospitality, but I gladly accept both."<br/><br/>She sits down carefully, opening her cloak enough to reveal the tiny silver bastard sword pendant hanging around her neck.  "I assume by your acceptance of my kind, you know of my goddess, Eilistraee?"<br/><br/>She looks back and orders the dog in common.  "Kitten, Patrol!"<br/><br/>The dog barks once, and begins to circle the camp slowly, sniffing around.