The Sword of Khalinhal (Roellen Central Avenue)

The arch brow remained poised above the silvery eye, shifting only slightly as his irritation moved from annoyance to something more akin to cautious curiosity. She wasn't an elf, he'd just learned. At least, not one that was familiar with his own kind. And from what he'd gleaned of this strange world himself, she was likely a traveler from an entirely different realm than his own, and dropped here just as he was.

Instead of letting his bruised ego do the talking, Quentin let her lack of acknowledgement for his title slide -for now- as he watched her gaze shift back to the pale, celestial body hanging above them. He didn't follow the path of her eyes, instead keeping a careful watch of the strange lady before him, but he did venture a somewhat skeptic question, "You create moons? You must not be from this world, either."