Ridahne watched the man go and relaxed a little, dropping her haughty demeanor. "The Council are generally decent people. A couple of them are particular, and hard to please, but they're dedicated to their roles and care deeply about their people. Most of them are a little...philosophical for my tastes, but," she shrugged, "what can I say? I'm a fisherman's daughter, not a scholar. The council of the Seven Winds is not all that different than the Court of Sols...I mean they're structured a little differently. I know you don't have the best impression of them, and I understand why," she said with a dry laugh. "But really, they aren't as awful as Khaltira was. Stern, and not so personable and friendly as the Council, but generally good. Just." 

Darin explained she'd like to meet the rest of them, and Ridahne sincerely hoped she could. She should know the nobility of Astra, the leaders as well as the common folk. "If you make yourself known to them, you'll most certainly get the chance. If none of them have Seen you, you might go unnoticed otherwise in a place like this. I'll leave that up to you though. I wouldn't suggest shouting it from the tree tops, but if you wanted to drop in on them and tell them who you were, I'm sure they'd be keen to see you." 

Ridahne tilted her head back up and towards the direction of the markets. "Sounds good to me. I'm hungry anyway. Just ah, next time you've got an itch to go wandering, tell me first eh?" Ridahne wasn't mad. Not only was there a lot to get distracted by in Lihaelen, Darin had the Seed that would pull her in different directions too. And it was relatively safe here, too. "We can go up this way and cut through most of the bridges and things to get to the market." 

The pair made their way back up into the network of platforms and bridges and branches, up to where people clustered and crowded and there was shouting everywhere of people calling out their wares. Ridahne tried to point out various street foods and give Darin a brief description of them, and noted things that were especially popular or iconic. The elf indulged in something wrapped in a large flat leaf; the inside was a sticky mixture of rice and a few other grains, some ground meat, and shredded carrots and cabbage with plenty of spices. But she also purchased a few supplies for the road, and some things that were a little luxurious for travel food, but would still keep well, like some good cheeses and dried fruits. 

At one point, Ridahne all but dragged Darin over to a tiny stall with a few tall stools in front of a bar counter. "Come!" She said, excited. "You must try coffee! It's very strong flavored, a little bitter. But it can be nicely sharp and acidic too." Ridahne ordered a small cup for each of them. The scent wafting from the stall was warm and inviting. It was hard to imagine, looking at the eager elf warrior setting a steaming little cup in front of Darin, that this was the same former-assassin who had fought with Darin so often in their first several days on the road. She was not quite so sulky and ashamed now, and she was generally more open and comfortable with Darin. Ridahne sipped the hot liquid with relish. "What do you think?"