Abrielle smiled and performed a slight curtsy towards Evenar, as the group was walking slowly towards the light streaming from the exit. "I apologize, sometimes i still think in Elven even if i speak Common. I meant that I have been in life threatening situations alongside you as my comrades, but i still don't know much about you."
When the Wizard mentioned slavery, the Elven lass curled her luscious red lips slightly, so they now resembled a rose bud, and touched the tip of her pointed ear as she drifted away for a moment. In only a moment she was back to her usual charming self, and smiled at the Calishite.
"Well I do not agree with the customs of your land, but they have been established long before you were born. You right now, are defending your kingdom's tradition, and I have no desire to impose my point of view. Just remember not to attempt slavery on Evermeet." Abby laughed at the last part, and continued playing her fiddle.