Neyira's head snapped up, and she slowly lowered her mug. Lethean looked to see what caught her gaze, and saw the newcomer, a male night elf. Lethean was going to dismiss it, when he noticed Neyira staring at him rather . . . Oddly.
"What?" he asked her in a hushed tone, avoiding looking at the newcomer. "It's a night elf. You know . . . elf, violet skin. Kind of like you."
Neyira ignored him, narrowing her eyes. "No duh," she snapped back softly. "Thanks for stating the obvious." She shook her head. "It's not that. I don't know . . . maybe I'm just paranoid."
"Or shaken from earlier, perhaps?" he suggested, taking a sip of his ale. "It's a night elf. Leave him be. We've stirred enough trouble for today."