[The elf hadn't arrived with much, being a person who was more about practicality above all else, but he does have some armor to put back on once he's finally allowed to dress again. All shades of black and red the ensemble is relatively simple and leaves plenty of room for movement, although someone might raise an eyebrow at the rather large blades that he hoists onto his back. With how short he is they look almost comical.
At the comment on "merfolk" though he actually glances over again, brows drawn together in both curiosity and wariness. The closest thing to merfolk he's familiar with are the Naga, and they can be either tolerable or horrible. And he can sense that he's being looked at again, but if it was the stranger's intention to make him curious... Well. He hates to admit it but they succeeded.
Once Balhareth finishes getting redressed he lingers to the side, staying out of the way but waiting.]
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At the comment on "merfolk" though he actually glances over again, brows drawn together in both curiosity and wariness. The closest thing to merfolk he's familiar with are the Naga, and they can be either tolerable or horrible. And he can sense that he's being looked at again, but if it was the stranger's intention to make him curious... Well. He hates to admit it but they succeeded.
Once Balhareth finishes getting redressed he lingers to the side, staying out of the way but waiting.]