Edgar recovered from his bow and watched the brief discourse between the inimitable accessories that even after his extensive studies and conversations with Elvira, he could not understand, his gaze level and steady as the colossus regarded him with a firm frown, not showing that his nerves frayed before the bellicose intimidation that came with enormous size and strength. He rubbed the nape of his neck, embarrassment lending his subconscious motor functions to this particular habit, hoping that his chances to travel with such a plethoric spectrum of characters, whose habitual and traditional practises he wished so much to document, despite the possibility that he had not bought enough paper to do so, had not been devastated. 

Then the anomalous figure spoke, its face still receded inside its clothing, and the words coming in fractured English, the accent incongruously French, with even some vernacular to match, but had thick and irregular undertones of a much more distinct tongue that Edgar could only assume was that off the Native Elviran. The articulations fell from her rose-petal lips with a breeze of melodic harmony, scented with affability and cordiality; greeted with unguarded honesty of the party’s intentions, he was extended what Edgar rationalised as an unanticipated offering to accompany them. 

[i]What a charming idiolect she has,[/i] Edgar thought;[i] those quaint little mistakes only exaggerate her delectable façade and petite frame. Accompanying her, for I assume she is indeed a female from her frame and voice, given the connotations of meekness and high pitch; determining gender from face alone is difficult when so much was hidden and abnormal, would without the faintest shadow of a doubt, be an absolute pleasure. Perhaps even after I have gained her trust further, the other members of her party would not be so sceptical towards questioning? Indeed, it is something I thrive towards, a deep understanding could be gained from the expedition that is incontrovertible, as I very much doubt that there will ever be another Elvira as forthcoming as this one before me. [/i]

“I can provide for myself, my dear creature friend, I might I say that I am captivated to make the acquaintance of such a-” Edgar stopped, remembering the shambolic English she spoke, adjusting his words accordingly, after as sigh, and a shake of the head as he tut towards himself, “I am happy to meet you.” Edgar said in a voice that was halfway between friendliness and detached inquisitiveness, extending his hand.

It was then that he heard profanities spewed behind him, and upon directing his eyes towards the sounds, found out that it was directed towards the seemingly blind stick-wielding flower of a girl. The two unoccupied Elvira were quick to protect their own, the smaller reacting faster, quickly assaulting the foul-mouthed putrescence for his double-entendre, the mammoth reinforcing this retaliation by his mere presence, causing the man to scarper. It seems that he would be safe in this group.

Turning back to the sleight Elvira, he spoke the words, “It would be my undeniable pleasure to accompany such a party as yours to the surface.”