Janen allows her weapon to disappear in a second puff of frosty air as she gets to her feet, it being common courtesy not to bear a weapon in the presence of friends unless it be sheathed or peacebound after all.
"An interesting trick, that," she says with a pearly smile, inclining her head toward Alwynn as she takes the offered chair. "One would not think that disguising oneself as an elder would avoid attention... although I suppose that is the point. Perhaps we will speak of it later."
She leans forward in her chair, clawed wing joints fluttering slightly in anticipation as she waits on Novartis's words.