[color=ec008c]"The pleasure is mine. Sir Von Kruber."[/color]  

Though smiling, Jazdia's violet eyes watchfully fixed on the Baron. The bowl had been set aside, almost empty, with its utensil perched nicely atop it. She heard the whisper alright, but ignored it. This place was still a madhouse no matter how friendly the reception was, and as long as a such state remained maintained, she had no desire to be the one who break the facade.  

[color=ec008c]"It was just you, Master Cedar."[/color] the elf spared a moment of her attention to the bear-man and shrugged. 

[color=ec008c]"Interesting you mentioned something about guess."[/color] she continued, reaching for the napkin to wipe her lips and palm. Despite the use, the piece of cloth remained folded in a cone shape fold, but now had its pointy end directed at the Baron. [color=ec008c]"I will be more upfront with you. We are here for one of your guests who arrived here six, or seven days ago. Important person-- so obviously he had several escorts with him, keeping him [i]safe[/i], or perhaps they were with him to prevent him from taking another path?"[/color] 

The elf leaned on her chair, still seizing the nobleman with her piercing glance. [color=ec008c]"Blonde. Blue eyes. Roughly in his mid-teen. Do you still remember this particular guess?"[/color]