The half-elf Elran, amateur entertainer and accidental paladin, shifted uncomfortably on his seat. All his armor and weaponry had been crammed in a bag that was currently pressed against his side, jostling against him every time they hit a bump in the road. Not paying attention to the darkening weather or the crazy mutterings of the man he knew basically nothing about that shared his wagon, Elran busied himself fiddlling with the lute lying across his lap, now and again giving it an experimental strum before grimacing and returning back to his tuning of the instrument.
"It's Elran. El-ran. Not El-ah-ran." He responded in rote monotone, reciting a conversation he was all too accustomed to having every single time they stopped someplace new along the road. It was as though people saw his slightly pointed ears and found the need to jam as many extra vowels into his name as possible to fit to their notion of how elven names were supposed to sound. Shaking his head as he came out of his personal reverie, he finally looked up from his intrument. "I'm sorry, that was rude, it's just-"
Realizing who had been addressing him, he gave an exasperated sigh yet grinned nonetheless- the reaction of one who realizes he's being made mock of but doesn't hold it against the instigator. After all, his companion had probably been there half the time he had found himself correcting some passing villager or shopkeep and likely knew exactly how he felt on the matter. "So, uhh, what were you saying? I'm afraid I wasn't really paying attention. Something about a blind man and a road?"