Feeling already out of place, the properly clad knight's turned helmet in her direction made Kaite feel that much more awkward before they spoke up in regards to the letter. The reminder of business sobered her disposition, composing herself to step forward and brandish the letter from her pack which was adorned with the stamped wax. [color=a187be]"Right! Pardon..."[/color] She spoke up, setting the jug on a nearby table and taking the letter from her helmet-toting hand. [color=a187be]"...such [i]grand[/i] invitations don't come often"[/color] Kaite explained, doing her best to curb a skeptically begrudging tone that etched a vague picture of mutual feelings of distaste for being in the company of the high elves. Still, on her best behavior, the sardonic emphasis of her wording was dismissed with a small chuckle to insist that the implication was made as a show of humor. 
Setting the letter on the table to show that there was no mistake that Kaite had business being there, she gestured to a seat and looked up to the patrons before asking, [color=a187be]"May I?"[/color] Unfamiliar with customs, she resorted to assertion since, after all, she was [i]'required'[/i].