For whatever reason, Riley felt the need to adjust her posture. She shifted her weight equally between her two feet, instead of using one dominantly. She slouched a little, instead of puffing out her chest as she was used to doing. She slid her hands into her pocket, instead of having them folded in front of her as if she was expecting something that was never implied to be a given. This woman's scrutinizing gaze... It was as if the two were in a battle of intuitions.

"Well then," the voice of Eldren started, unsure of how to preceded with this very red woman, "it's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Velm; I am Eldren, mage." Despite her uncertainty, Riley made sure that the tone she used held some measure of confidence, lest Aelitha sighted some weakness. "You said Bakery Town though, correct? I had heard rumors of what happened there some while back... I guess that's a roundabout way of me asking for a native-born's insight on the incident." She chuckled lightly at her own indirectness.

Then came the click from the warlock's tongue. The last thing that she wanted was to spend time with Fion when the cutting figure of Escellar was standing right there. "I'm sorry, but I can't think of anything we need to talk about, Mr. Seyour." A smile may have been what she was flashing him on the man's face, but there was a killing intent in those words. "Besides, I do wish to rest and practice my magic some; it's been a long day, not to mention the rust that's likely developed from my long-term inactivity," he chuckled, intent still the same. Her lie may have meant that she wasn't spending time with the elf either, but she knew that it would grate on the boy's nerves that she declined.