Arelia clears her throat as Cerberus jumps to his feet with another gar-uff! He scoots closer to Arelia, his tail placed on her foot as he sits. She brushes her hair back again. It had fallen out on her way here and was in a bit of a jumbled mess.
"I think not. I am not from these areas... My home resides in the mountains. I am rather far from it, in fact..." She says, sitting up straighter.
"And what of you, sir?" She says, refraining from calling him 'boy' as she would have liked to, based on his manners. Oddly enough, the breeze falls flat against Arelia, whom was not in the mood for a chilling breeze. She reaches up to her hair and begins to braid it out of nervous habit. Her meal and drink arrive and she sets half of it on the ground for Cerberus, whom does not even look at it. His full focus is on the room around him and on William.