Being a bit of an outcast was nothing new to Korbin. As he and his companions drew closer to the middle of the city the half-elf couldn't help but notice the armored man calling for the blood of his kin. The cleric responded by pulling his hood tighter around his face. Of course he could have spewed hate filled words back, but that would only succeed in causing trouble that he wasn't interested in. It was for this reason that he keep his head aimed at the ground in front of him to avoid the unwanted attention. The half breed wasn't much for unnecessary battles, and would much rather talk his way out of them if possible. However that didn't mean he wouldn't fight when push came to shove.

In front of Korbin the blue skinned Kalista chanced a glance over her shoulder to ensure that he and Darth were still in tow. Once she had confirmed this she had returned to searching for a decent inn; hopefully one that wasn't interested in turning over sovereign elves. It would be a pity to spill blood and earn an unsavory reputation when they had only just arrived.