Despite her usual timidness around strangers, Eloween managed a genuine smile at Arma. She guessed he must be new to the area if he didn't know what a gallion was, as they were not uncommon to the lands surrounding Meridell and Brightvale. "This is Wyler," she said, gesturing to the still-wary petpet. "She's a gallion. You see them a lot around Meridell." Wyler's gaze was still fixed on Arma, though her fierce glare had dimmed to a look of caution.

Eloween was so focused on keeping Wyler - as well as herself - calm she wasn't really paying attention to what the draik and scorchio were talking about until a fourth neopet approached them, this time a kyrii. Wyler noticed the stranger first, turning her head towards them. It was nowhere near as dramatic a reaction as the one moments prior, but it was clear she was alert. Eloween stood up and finally turned back to face the Draik as he told them to head into the castle. Apparently, some sort of meal had been prepared for them, which they were allowed to partake in before getting to the job at hand. She would admit, her breakfast at the local inn had been less than satisfying, and she knew everyone would be likely to work better on a full stomach than an empty one. Without saying anything, she followed after the rest of the group. Wyler, somewhat reluctantly, trotted alongside her, and Eloween kept a hand gently on the Gallion's tail as they walked so as not to lose track of her.

It was a good thing she did too, as the interior of the castle proved to be even more overwhelming than the outside. Eloween tried to keep her eye on where she was going, doing her best not to lose track of the rest of the group, but every so often she'd catch a glimpse of something so unfamiliar and she'd have to pause just to gawk at it. How long had this castle taken to construct? How much had it cost? How much effort was it to maintain? As someone who had grown up in a small wooden hut in the middle of a swamp, usually having to hunt and forage for dinner, she realised she couldn't answer that. 

She suddenly felt like she really, really shouldn't be here, and grasped Wyler's tail tighter. The gallion glanced over to her ranger, lightly headbutting her leg before continuing to lead her along after the rest of the group. These feelings didn't dissapate when they entered the dining room. In fact, they seemed to get worse as Eloween took in the feast that had been prepared for them. When the draik had mentioned food, she had assumed they'd be given a decently-sized meal that they'd eat in the kitchen or a smaller room. She hadn't expected they'd get to eat in such a grand hall, nor that there would be such a large selection of food to choose from. This seemed like a lot of fuss over some hired help, and while she knew that Hagan could probably afford to spend his wealth on total strangers, she couldn't help but feel very uncomfortable. Anyone looking in her direction might notice her concern, her face seeming slightly paler than it had been before, but she didn't say anything, not wanting to draw attention to herself.

She sat herself down on one of the chairs, a little away from Ferrin, and motioned for Arma to sit next to her, preferably between them. It wasn't that she disliked the Scorchio - she'd only known for for a few minutes - but of the two companions, she found Arma the least intimidating and the least likely to do anything that might provoke Wyler.