Ithy cursed himself as the elf spoke. Distractedly he’d made a wrong turn whilst leaving the underground den and had to double back… straight into the elf. 

He paused, unsure how to respond, a mixture of emotions overwhelming his senses. If the elf reported him, he was outcast. Silencing the figure before him wasn’t an option either, as whilst certainly physically stronger, his own magic was no match for an elf’s. Yet he realised the elf was in the same position as he. Dealing illegally. That was enough to get him disbarred as a lawyer and posted to some godforsaken outpost. But he was also confused as to why the elf had already glimmered back into his normal elegant outfit. The naga quickly took in the tight figure and perfect fit of the clothes, the sapphire colour radiant, even in the gloom. Elvish magic and too many gemstones. These tunnels were no fit place to flaunt one’s wealth and therefore naivety. 

He shook himself from his revery and straighten up, using his tail to present himself at least a head taller than the elf… [b][i]“I’d have thought an intelligent lawyer like yourself would have remembered my face, I did spend the day observing your work after all.”[/i][/b] He smirked, appraising the pale face for any hint of recognition before him. [b][i][i]“Now if you’ll excuse me, you’re going to draw far too much attention to the both of us…”[/i][/i][/b] and with a flick of his forked tongue, went to slide past the elf.