Delphi was uncertain what she hoped for with this creature, though since it neither sounded an alarm or seemed to become openly hostile she assumed for the time it was safe. When he, for the voice was clearly masculine, spoke she was a little taken aback, she had not known the fae could sound so peaceful, so like her. While his words held a sarcasm or passive aggression his overall voice was not the pebbles grating on stone sound or nails on scales she had been warned of. Had she not seen for herself that he bore no mantle of snakes or beautiful tail she might have considered him a gorgon himself, or at least a fomori like her. 

A small smile played in the shadows of her hood, while she did not understand what a ‘grey elf’ was precisely he had at least replied to her. She spent a moment considering his first words, before she spoke again. Her voice continued to carry that gentle tune, the lulling qualities as if she were wholly unaware of the properties it held. “No matter who I speak to here it would likely be brave, stupid and possibly get me arrested.” The smile remained on her lips but it was small as a question lingered on her tongue, what was a grey elf?

Before she could query this ‘elf’ had cleared its mind and continued, as he reached for his own hood she steeled herself against what might lie beneath. Fae, her clutch mother had said, were dangerous creatures, they wore their ugly on the inside and kept their monster in their hearts, the fairer the fae the more dangerous they were. When his head fell back she had decided that this was quite a dangerous fae, his skin was the hue of their rocky home and looked as smooth as its well worn surface but his hair was like the snow capped mountains and his eyes the deceptive pools they’d been warned from. Dangerous indeed. 

“Where would the metal monsters take people they have stolen and what do they do to them?” She answered, an earnest passion creeping into her haunting tone and glimmering in the hue of her eyes just visible beneath the hood. She decided there was no need to filter, if needs must she would waste the energy –for her people did not name it mana and treat it different to their other needs- to make him forget. “And how would one get there?”