It was typical now, ever since his eldest brother fell, Kili has been turned quiet. That, Saeril was not blind to notice. It was raining outside, and both elf and dwarf had to keep their hoods up while walking through its precipitation. Entering the Prancing Pony tavern, within the village of Bree, the she-elf's eyes looked about in her surroundings before noticing their old friend Strider at his usual table before allowing Kili to go alone. 

Giving one more flick around the room with her yellow-green eyes, Saeril made her approach to that actual table, just managing to hear the greeting between them faintly. She was capable to hear far away conversations, an advantage for her senses to know that an area is safe for both Kili and herself. "I have heard such rumors, Strider. 'Dark' and 'foul', they say", she responded to his out-of-the-blue comment, before sitting down in one of the chairs near him. She didn't remove her hood, although, her dark, ashy brown hair pooled out from underneath. "What do your Ranger senses tell you?", her soft voice sounded while leaning forward on the table with her forearms, although her attention was moving around the room, just as he was.