Aliat gave a pleasant chuckle at the woman's reply. She didn't seem to be familiar with hidden meaning within elvish art, but her response told him what he needed to know. "Restless..." he repeated, pondering the word as he let it slowly roll around on his tongue as if he were tasting an exquisite meal. "That's a fine word you chose. I suppose I'm a bit restless too. This weather has quite a few of us feeling that way." He could see that Aries was a bit confused, but that was understandable; draconic law prevented him from speaking too frankly. He extended his hand as he continued. "My name is Aliat Crosswind. I was born not far from here, though my heart would rather have me call Iceridge home." When he mentioned Iceridge, he tapped his stick lightly on the ground. Perhaps that would make the purpose for the seemingly frivolous accessory more apparent. "If you're still feeling restless, I know a place where they serve some good mead. People go there to escape unwanted ears as well. Would you care to join me?" He let the offer hang, waiting for her response before he said any more. If she accepted, the The draconic powers in the region would become that much weaker. If she declined, it was not likely that Aliat would approach her again.