The various containers held a myriad of curious items that caught Lioriley's eye. And it was clear in the way she diligently documented each and every one she got her hands on, that she was in her element. Did she have to take such detailed notes — both for the mission and for herself? — no, of course not. But she did just that, with carefully written script in one of the journals that had come along with her, the page dotted with small sketches and arrows and question marks.

It was not only the artifacts and strange creatures and what not that had caught her eye during her time in the area. No. A certain tall man with pointed ears and a familiarity that struck somewhere deep in her core. No Lunari, that one, but similar perhaps in a way she could not quite place. Curious enough to find out what — or if she was simply losing her mind after all that had happened — she approached.

Lioriley was...small. Especially in comparison to the Svartálfar. Standing under five feet and looking like she weighed next to nothing, she glided across the floor with nearly soundless footsteps, practiced and poised, approaching with a polite bow of her head when she was within his line of sight and a smile that made the lines curved over her cheeks brighten.

"Hello. Do forgive my intrusion. My name is Lioriley." a more pointed dip of her head this time. "I was curious as to what language you were writing in? I have not seen it before."