Ayla leans back on one leg staring and takes a second to look at the mans almost fake smile, too crisp looking suit and slicked back hair. Something is off...Why is he dressed so different from everyone else here and why would he ask me, a wood elf, of all people this? Plastering on Ayla's own equally fake smile she replies "Thanks! I am just here looking for my friend, Oh! there he is over there!" she states pointing in the generic direction of a crowed up ahead. "Thanks again!" she says and she starts power walking away unable to hear his response.
