Ellydd looks a bit surprised at the idea of beign considered among "sell-swords" but doesn't see the harm in sharing the fellow's company while he waited.
"Most obliging of you, Master Greywand. I am Ellydd Walker. As you've already surmised, a champion and priest of the glorious lady of the green, Ehlonna." Taking another sip and look around the room, the cleric continues, "It appears I have some time to join you.
"As a, um, 'soldier of fortune' I am not sure what use I may be. Though if the associate I was planning to meet here arrives shortly, he might prove interested in such a proposition.
"For myself, if you seek a cause that is good to the service of the Forest Queen, I would be honored to lend my support.
"Though I will confess, Master Greywand," Ellydd begins, again looking the illusionist up and down, "You do not seem much the 'solider' type, yourself. What is the course you are proposing that requires the accumulation of 'sell-swords'?"
"As to this?" Ellydd holds up the wooden cup toward Theron. "haha. Simple green mint tea. I have no desire for stronger drink at this time. Though I appreciate the offer."
Ellydd joins Theron and Girion at the table, nodding a grin to the ranger and offering his opened hand to shake, "Ellydd Walker, champion of Ehlonna."