Elijah took what was said in fragments, it's broken english made it difficult to understand at moments but he pieced it together. Phanyx was not only aware of the bracer's mystic properties, but that he was a werewolf, or so it seemed. He tightened his grip around the mug's handle, not so much in an angry way. It wasn't a secret to anyone here what he was but for a stranger to deduce that from just a glance terrified him. Someone with this kind of mysticism and intuition could be very dangerous, though depending on how he played his cards, a very powerful ally. "I think we should talk somewhere a little more private, if you don't mind." he said, motioning with his hand for the satyr to look over his shoulder at the many faces looking at them. Eli had enough on his plate as a top ranked fighter, he didn't need to supply them with any more reason to come after him.