The silk-robed elf walks by with purpose and poise, her head held level and her gaze focused ahead. Although she paces through a crowd, Alouette pays them little mind, as though none of them were even there. The elf briefly pauses to brush a strand of silvery-blonde hair to the side as she glances in your direction, and her delicate features draw into a slightly irritated frown, as she realizes you intend to address her.

"Do make it quick," she says simply, her soft voice refined but with the hint of a threatening edge.