Payton's visage softened, slightly, as Jezin stayed with her, and asked her of her origins, "I was born here in Mullen. I've traveled all over the nation, however." She replied, as she, glanced over at Jezin's charge, along with two other people who seemed to be accompanying her, "And you?" She asked, her gaze slowly tracing it's way back to Jezin's, and locking eyes with him. Payton hadn't seen clothing like the ones Jezin and his charge wore. It seemed odd, and fairly exotic. Almost too exotic for Estovet. As the pair conversed, Payton caught something out of the corner of her eye. A man in armor that bore a pinkish tint. He was standing, still, on the edge of the party.