Working with one's hands was not something that Alacruun had ever paid too much attention too. When he took humanoid shape, he was usually working as a scholar; as such, the ability of others to craft was oddly fascinating to watch - or at least a little distracting. Humans and other related creatures were always busy with them - while he had more important things to worry about.

He does have an eye for skill, though. He appreciates it. He leans down, looking past her for a moment to examine her carving. She's not bad - well, at least not as as he judges it. Of course, he's more used to hoarding metalwork or intricately bound books than wood-working.

"It's well-done," he comments off-hand and then straightens. His smile is a bit terse and short, but it's there. Sort of. He doesn't seem like the sort of man who smiles that often and when he does, it's probably not a nice smile. However, today he's just tense.

"I've been focused on the human countries mostly, so I'm afraid I don't know all of the elven meanings yet. May I ask what the owl represents? Or the ravens? I'm trying to learn everything I can about this place..."

The shard in his hand probably explains why.