Velan couldn't help but feel disappointed Alit could not know of the weight behind him offering his pipe so he did not blame her but shame washed over the Bosmer. without a response. Velan hid his face behind the pint of mead that he was drinking different thoughts began to pour in and he  found himself looking at the Altmer and Orc. the Orc was in the midst of making a fool of herself. [i]Well at least i am not the only fool here[/i] he thought Velan looked over the Bard once more his mood was shifting and this one woman was like a vortex which tugged at deep seeded feelings of remorse and malice. He fought the feelings down once more Velan leaned back in his stool and turned his attention to the bar keeping an ear out for news but in a clearly distracted state of mind.