"Avery," she provides after a moment, brushing past the thanks without comment and finally taking a moment to give this woman a good look-over. The horse, the sword, the posture. Well, well, look at this little knightling and her elvish entourage. There's obviously a story there, but there always is. Especially around here.

So instead of asking about any of it, Avery simply shrugs and says, with matching dryness, "And nobody said he wasn't welcome. Just might have some trouble with the stairs."