Doin found himself to quickly become little more than a spectator to the absurd events that happened before him.

Apparently, Liaena was wearing the guise of the other girl; who was wearing the guise of her, whom had also apparently failed in whatever mission she had been given by Liaena, who was in her guise; the parameters of which was seemingly to sit around in whatever mansion the elves occupied, but she had failed and dragged the elves over to them?

Inhaling deeply from his pipe, the older Dwarf breathed out a large cloud of smoke up into the room as he scoffed at the situation.
He had long since given up trying to understand what was going on. He was used to hear of secret plots, but those usually involved simple things such as ambushes, jealousy and violence. 

Whatever scheme it was that was Liaena had gotten herself into, it seemed complicated enough to be something you'd expect to hear in the noble houses, not the street where Doin worked!

"[i]I'm too old for this.[/i]" He muttered to himself under his breath. 

"Ya mean tha say that there be elves about 'ere?" Doin inquired, as the dwarf's eyes passed from Liaena and over to Kathlin.
"And what in the nether be this talk about a bloody tiger in the city? They're illegal unless ye have a circus permit!"