Esailia was fiddling with a chunk of wood, rubbing it with a thumb or etching on it with a claw. She was a hunter, a warrior of her people, yet this person had her doing chores fit for a kitten. The girl had been sent out on various little errands, such as getting drinks or checking on their room at the inn. When she accepted a ride, she was expecting something more...exciting.

She glanced at the current customer of Luna's, examining the person intently for a few moments before returning to her carving. Her own hood was sitting just over her forehead, hiding herself away from prying eyes that may question the seemingly normal merchant and bodyguard pair.