Mtrlindr takes a deep drink of her ale, watching Yyrees leave. The Animas seemed agitated ... Mtrlindr wondered why. Was it their presence that was causing her trouble? She turned back to Zrstlagd. "The hair style is a part of the uniform," she explained. She takes another drink and gives her head a little shake, giggling as her hair moves. She eyes the Psymancer. "Pardon my prying, but are you half-elven?" Half-elves were few and far between in her experience, given the warring state of the two nations. But she'd been raised in the heart of the Elvish Empire. Things were different on the backwater corners of the lands, or so she'd heard. Of course, everywhere was the boondocks from the reference point of the capital city Ixtrs. She takes another drink. She'd never had anything quite like this Animas ale before. But there was alcohol in it, and that was good enough for her.