Before she had a chance to snark at Darius an old man had come to the and spoke. His words and cloak confused her. He seemed to command authority with out having the appearance of any at all but Alara was taught by her late mother to be kind to the old and humor them from time to time. "So you happen to know of the person we may be seeking ehh?" She also caught him eyeballing her sword. "And if you think I will trade this..." She flashed the blade to him "...for your information your about as crazy as your cloak even though it may be one you have put together yourself after killing many a foe." She sighed and looked back at Darius. "Well what do you have to say about this huh?" She turned her head back to the old man. "On another note your trophy cloak is very nice for the most part."