Henri's eyebrow raised. It feels exceptionally long ago that anyone was this friendly and upbeat, upfront. Especially not an elf, if stereotypes would dictate. "[color=fdc68a]It... Yes, glad to be here, miss...? Forgive me, I know not of anyone's names.[/color]"

	He noticed the man-bear's mumble. Seems he has a need to procure something. But, before that, the document in the elf's hands. He glanced at Matilda, then back at the elf. Guess she's in charge? "[color=fdc68a]Is there anything you'd have me do?[/color]"