The woman tilted her head upon hearing that name again, as if it should mean something to her. Maybe it would to the others. She shrugged her shoulders, listening to Kire explain her reasons for being here. 
Bold of such a woman, armed and armoured, in the dead of night, asking for a sorcerer. Any other group would have been suspicious and wary. 
But apperently, this was not strange behavior for this woman to encounter. 

"Come to me." The woman invited with a tilt of her head, her face disappearing behind her hood. She wandered back up the hill into the mountain, leading Kire along a path only she knew. When she approached a solid stone part of the mountain, she paused turning around to await Kire patiently. When Kire was near enough, she walked right into the stone and slipped through its surface. 

A glimmered doorway, the natural passageway behind it dark and cool. The woman stepped a ways in to allow Kire room and waited. When the armoured woman joined her, she grinned wickedly, visibly pleased by Kire's willingness, and she continued on. 

It dug straight into the mountain, the air cool, but fresh. Somewhere, there were other routes out into the open, the breeze that wandered through carrying the scent of trees, dirt, and mountain flowers. Far better than the stench of Ziad. 
When they entered into the first main chamber, there was a young boy with a head of long curly brown hair. He looked tired, dark bags under his eyes as he waited for the woman and the stranger. 

The woman beside Kire removed her hood, revealing that her grey skin was not illusion from the shadows, but her natural colouring. Her ears were pointed slightly, though not to the extreme of the Kartaian's ears. Her slanted face was kinder, softer, less murderous. 

"Envy." She stated simply. 

The boy sighed, looking Kire over with absolutely zero enthusiasm. He said nothing, only stared for a few minutes, his midnight-blue eyes dull. 
"Fine." He sighed. "Wait here."

Alone, the elf turned to grin at Kire. "I like you hair." She complimented. "Gold. Like jewel."