Raril gives a slight shrug in response to Din. He really didn't know what the soldier wanted, and raises a questioning eyebrow at the other drow.

The soldier simply glances at him before looking to Memzee. He dips into a short, but respectful, bow ad quickly straightens. "Milady, I will take your..." He hesitates, his eyes looking over the strange beast she was riding on. "...mount to the stables. It is only a short walk to the towers from here. I am certain Lord Raril will be able to guide you to suitable quarters."

In the room inside the carriage, Danube turns to look at the young girl curiously. "Excuse me? Are you trying to ask me something?" There was a slightly encouraging tone to the drowess' voice, an attempt to teach the child to speak properly.