The bard leaves the stage and makes his way very quickly out of the common room, glancing nervously at the couple. With little noise, the door swings shut behind him, almost closing before a man pushes it open. The man standing in the doorway is tall with golden hair and almost feminine features. His stance is elegant, making him seem almost slouching while he stands there, though ready and alert as any trained warrior would be. A shortsword hangs from his belt - any who are educated in the elven culture will be able to see that both are indeed elven make - but it is covered as his cloak settles. Dark eyes survey the room, scanning the faces.
Otik appears startled at the actions of the party. "I mean not to offend-"
The man in the doorway moves forward upon spotting the table at which the company has gathered, his stride light and smooth. He keeps his hood up, his face shadowed if only a little.
"-but I wish there to be no tension. All we need now is more problems." Otik attempts to calm those that were raising their voices to the woman with the crystal.
The man looks at those standing, his eyes moving from the two that stood before the rest to Lalitil to Reh. Laughing slightly, he speaks. "The gods are not to be insulted, human. Guard your tongue lest you find yourself in the wrath of the gods." Then, in a low, yet powerful voice, "If a drow is among you, I advise you hide yourselves. The knights are on their way after a commoner's beckon." He remains nearly a statue, only his head giving a semblance of life in his body. Training his eyes on no one person for long enough for any to believe he was speaking to them, he still goes over each to show that he means what he says. "Make haste, if what is reported is not false."