He was relieved she didn't mock him in anyway for being nervous around the elf. He said little, but the piercing gaze she often settled on him was far too much like a predator debating on whether or not she was hungry enough to eat. The smile she tossed together with it was worse, somehow. 
As Kire mentioned the blood sacrifice, and the dormant magic in the blood of the elves, he inhaled. He couldn't imagine the sight of something like that, so many dead and slain, their blood being used for darker deeds. 

"Edge of the festivities, for vagabonds." He suggested. "They'll be hoping for dropped food, or people leaving who need to discard what they don't want to carry. Offering food or coin would work in our favour. For children, watch for the ones running through the crowd, bumping into people. Thieves, more than likely. If we catch one, we can threaten reporting to loosen tongues."
"I don't know if I want to hunt down Ysaryn's people without her with us," Ruli offered as they wandered the street. He shivered whenever the wind blew, his shoulders hunching against the breeze. "At least not initially. Even with Bolym here, I doubt they'd be receptive."