The elf woman looks confusedly at Gamad as he mutters, "What?!" in dwarvish. When Gamad switches to common, the elf only shakes her head in apparent non-understanding and shrugs. With a plaintive look in Vaja's direction, the elf frowns at Gamad then moves briskly away from the stunted albino dwarf.
Back at the bar, Vaja arches an eyebrow at Dter's brusque query then goodnaturedly offers a reply. "You're far too sage a dwarf for the likes of my company, good Priest." With an elbow wet with dishwater pointed in Brakkus's general direction and a wink, Vaja continues, "But that big brute, now there's a simple man what as might be me ticket."
Noticing the elf woman who struggles in conversation with Gamad, Vaja sighs with a bit of laugh. "An elf who only speaks elvish askin' a dwarf who tries to pretend he speaks only dwarvish fer help. It takes all kinds to make this place run, it seems." Wiping her hands on a clean bar linen, Vaja nods at the custom seated at the bar. "'Scuse me a second time, gents. Lynnya's in over her head over there with Gamad, so I'm to the rescue." Vaja gestures to the elf woman to join her a discrete distance from the bar and the two are soon engaged in a conversation in elvish.
Maelicent, who had scuttled to the bar to get a better look at the elf woman's bow and quiver of arrows, finds his efforts stymied as Lynnya joins the blonde barkeep in quiet conversation. Before the elf quit the bar, however, Maelicent caught the glint of silvered steel beneath the elf's outer clothing. From his perch among the ladder rungs, Maelicent's keen eyes made out the shimmer of what surely must have been finely wrought metal armor of rings so small and fluid they seemed a pool of silver. Crafted of wood instead of the more familiar horn, the elf's bow seemed flimsy but well-aged...old, even. The arrows in her quiver, all of them done with grey hawk feathers, seemed ordinary enough.
Pilgrim, moving to truncate Vaja and the elf woman's conversation, offers a bold salutation in common. A crooked smile at play on her face, Vaja stops mid-sentence in elvish to address the small kobold knight. "And a hearty welcome to you, Good Sir Knight! You're not likely to get a reply from Lynnya here, not unless you offer your question in elvish." Vaja jerks a nod in the elf woman's direction and continues in common. "She do no speak the common tongue. But good sun to you nevertheless, Pilgrim." Lynnya places a hand on Vaja's forearm to get the barkeep's attention. In quiet elvish with a nod at the kobold knight before them, Lynnya asks something of Vaja that seems to elicit surprise.
[sblock=Elvish] "A knight of Bahamut, and a kobold? Your city offers stranger wonders that even Old Thierna in the yester years. Does he speak my tongue? More importantly, ask him if he knows of work for me. I'm in sore need of coin since the caravan I was with was marauded." [/sblock]
Vaja listens intently to the woman then turns to Pilgrim. "Her name is Lynnya. She asks of employ, whether you have any to offer or know of anyone who is in need. She's a skilled woodsman, deft with her bow and blade, and knows aught of tracking. I can vouch for her skill and honesty, both. She's brought me and Frane to safety five years running on our annual travels to Daroln." Vaja coughs and hesitates a touch before continuing. With an uncertain look at Lynnya, Vaja continues. "She's out of work because the last bunch she was with, a caravan enroute to the city, was hit by a rogue band of thugs."