Ysaryn grinned. "She did warn about her cooking. She has made no attempt. I think she is aware we have suffered enough." She wandered along beside the Amrian, still absently fidgeting with the bracelets, though that stopped when one of the Raielwen elves they passed eyed her critically. Recalling the warning of their guide that they would not hesitate to harm her, Ysaryn dropped her arms and shoved her hands into her trouser pockets. "Whatever they decide to call the city, it is pleasant. Good smell. Strong stone. Lovely view." 

Her fuchsia eyes turned toward him. "What of your tall friend?" Ysaryn asked. "She can cook, yes? Perhaps, if not, she and Kirai can give instructions, and I may try. Not all of us who can wield a sword are disasters in the kitchen." 

She fell quiet as Ed knocked on the door and spoke to his soldier, the elf standing aside but listening with interest. The tongue they spoke, the way Ed spoke it to the man, the respect and reaction the man had before bowing ([i]so much bowing![/i]) and obeying. Ysaryn studied Ed curiously. Knew enough from Kire and Narda to know he was a leader of sorts. She could tell from his posture that he was a good fighter. Strong. And he had the loyalty of his men, who had lived here, willingly or not, on his guidance. 

"Mine?" Ysaryn chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment. "We are not Raielwen. I assure that." The elf mused. "We have not had good lives. No prosperity. But it is changing. With Kirai's journey here, with the help offered to her, we have found a way to a gooder, erm. Better life." She considered it in more depth. "We take pride in combat. The ability to stand a ground. We are loyal to the chief and his family, as is me. It is our duty to see to the well of all the tribe. Much like any chief. Like Kirai, with her throne. Yes?" She asked, glancing toward him. 
Ysaryn followed his guidance, having no idea where anything was in this marble maze. Her skin still itched due to the bracelets, and it irked her not to be yanking on them repeatedly, to not be putting in an effort to break free. Knowing they were currently out of sight of any Raielwen, Ysaryn withdrew her hands from her pockets, inspecting the bracelets again. "We are not allies with this tribe." Ysaryn grumbled, gesturing to the blasted accessories. "There is no trust, and I cannot wait to be out. [i]How[/i] Rulitus has volunteered to remain in the prison is out of my mind. At least here I can see more and be distracted."

She threw her hands back into her pocket as she heard footsteps, and Ysaryn inhaled, rolling her shoulders uncomfortably. "The fact that you learn the language is impressive. How many of them are aware?" Ysaryn asked him with a mischievous smirk.