[center][h2][color=C900FF]E L L I S E  C A L L A N[/color][/h2][/center]
As the woman greeted her, the blade master looked up to find her company, but wasn't terribly pleased by the woman's attitude - casting aside and uncaring much for her looks. While Ellise smiled politely and reached up to gently shake the noble's hand, she was internally displeased in the manner she was addressed, as if because she was not of noble origin herself that she was somehow lesser. Ellise really did hate that look, the icy coldness of arrogance. She normally didn't have time for these silly political games and dances of subtle stabs and whispered notions, but seeing as she was stuck at this location until the big reveal, she had no choice if she didn't want to make a scene. The amusing part though was that the noble had no idea how 'formidable' a blade master was, for truly only another master of the sword or any other weapon could really overpower one. She wasn't here to brag or show off though.

[color=C900FF]"Well, maybe not as formidable as you think, Lady Serkan."[/color] Again, Ellise didn't like flaunting her skill and would prefer to keep her true level of mastery as hidden as possible. [color=C900FF]"My name is Ellise Callan..."[/color] She then paused, letting go of the noble's hand and glancing around. [color=C900FF]"But please have a seat."[/color] The warrior gestured to the spot next to her and smiled politely again, no matter how amazing Akalda thought she was. [color=C900FF]"Don't figure you might have a guess as to why we've been summoned, m'lady?"[/color] she inquired, perhaps in a more educated tone than most other warriors - she was part scholar, after all. As she listened, her eyes glazed over the rest of the patrons, noticing a clear divide between class and commoners. She could only try and empathize with the others that felt out of place, at least more out of place than Ellise was herself, and mentally sigh towards those that were ignorant to the reality of this town.