When she reached the stream, Ysaryn crouched at its edge and rinsed her face and neck. "No, just elves." She admitted. "Hard to be a trade city if you hate outsiders." She pointed out, drinking from her cupped hands to swish before she spat into the stream. "I have seen more with Zeck beside me, but not alot. I can't look, or I attract attention." 

Retreating, she sat on the ground, looking at Kire. "Bigger than Ziad was, from what I saw when at the ruins. People are ... people. Ocean men. Drinkers. Cookers. Travelers. No king or chief, but." She blinking, thinking of the word. "Council? Many men. Rich. Dictators of the direction of the city."
Then she grinned wickedly. "We find supplies. Many abandoned houses. Many tossed things that are perfectly useful. A city of abundance wastes much. I take advantage."

When Kire offered to pass along messages to her family, Ysaryn chuckled. "No. Do not find my family. Men hate elves, my elves hate men back. They would not invite you near them." She shook her head. "I can go back whenever I choose to see them. Bolym, maybe, will go with me, and I can leave him." She grinned again at the thought of his angry face. 
Tilting her head toward Kire, Ysaryn leaned back onto her hands. "You partner with the blond? He doesn't smell so bad anymore. You get along?"