[ That catches Byerly flat-footed. His physical reaction to it is subtle: eyes narrowing for just a split second as he tries to understand and fails. Then he returns to his prior drill serenity. ]
Elves? Not sure I follow, dear fellow.
[ And then the thought occurs to him, and he tilts his head, studying Cedric’s face. ]
no subject
Elves? Not sure I follow, dear fellow.
[ And then the thought occurs to him, and he tilts his head, studying Cedric’s face. ]