It seemed like nobody had really reacted to Sett's proclamation of his actual profession, beyond a notable- and quite sharp- stare from the seven-foot-tall Elf-like being across the room. What did they call themselves? Skay-lee, or something, he wasn't quite sure. This was the first time it had ever been relevant for him. He was sure he'd learn the being's actual race sometime soon. Perhaps not his habits... though the soldier seemed more than happy to trust him on that matter. More fool him.

Either way, time passed, as time does, and it soon happened that it was time to move on to the wilderness. The tall fellow, apparently untrusting of Elven magic, was led out of the room by another individual. In her turn, the attractive-though-unkind Elf Princess began some sort of magical incantation, which Sett was sure he'd be able to figure out the logistics of if he only and they were in a field. An incredibly lovely field, almost as magical as the magic that had just been cast, but still a field. And it seemed this was where they were to sleep for the night...

He did not have his own camping equipment. As a matter of fact, he had not so much as a bedspread to his name. In fairness, it was not as though he was not more than used to sleeping rough, but he had not done so for close to three years now. And even if he had, he suspected it would be rather colder and harsher down in the Southlands than in the cities of Vrettonia... not, he noticed, something that seemed to bother the Dwarf of the party, who seemed to lie down and fall asleep near-instantly, in spite of another's protests. And now that he thought about it, this "other" was dressed in a manner suggesting wealth, though much inferior to the Princess' own lavish appearance, yet with more of a practical streak if the style was anything to go by. Though he'd be rather annoyed if it turned out she too was a mage of some sort, if the accent- so similar to, yet so different from his own- implied anything about her lineage. That might make acquiring anything off her harder than usual.

She was, however, quite able to set up her own campsite. For a while, Sett took the time to simply watch her and the others, with his soldier companion taking little and less time, whilst the apparently-noble lady took quite a bit to do her own preparations for the night. Finally, as she completed her tasks, he decided he might as well try to get into her good graces, if only to see if she was as gullible as the soldier in question; strolling over to her, he hailed her with a jovial smile: 'Greetings, O fair lady! I don't believe we've talked to one another yet, and I was wondering if I might get to know you, perhaps learn your name if I may? I'm sure you heard my, ah, earlier statements about myself, but I've scarce heard anything about you, perhaps for distraction's sake if nothing else.'