At the Midnight Snack Shack
"Yeis, you bring dee bawbles, Kykki giff you feir pryisse." The catfolk affirmed his interest in dealing business with his guests, as he took a bite of one beaver tail he fried off for himself, with a sprinkle of mint and some other herb on top. "Eef Kykki cannot sell yer stauff, Kykki will find friends who can."
"Fthank-kou, Kyiwkwi." Sporting her new baubled pendant, Violet was at this point happily munching on her chocolatey treat, not at all understanding how embarrassing it might be to try to speak with her mouth full. "Mmrn, lwis shish dewlwissoush!."
At the Baths
"Nányë*Nányë: "I am" Ilverani*Ilverani: Known among outsiders as snowcaster elves, this subrace of the elven ethnicity typically lives in the far north of Golarion, within the mountains of the Crown of the World, and are extraordinarily reclusive.." The furry elf-like being said, after a long moment of pause as she eyes Vrilundass.
It was at this time that Vri notices that the elf perhaps carried a modicum of something in her expression, carefully hidden. Perhaps it was a mild distain, or simply distrust?
Much later that night...
Val Only
A rapping triplet of knocks sounds at your door, sounding with a bit of urgency. Without much delay, a male voice, familiar to you, is heard through from the other side. "Val?"
The voice is that of Zyrel, one of Khonnir's apprentices. After only half a moment, the elf raps on the door some more and calls out again, "Val, come on. Open the door. We gotta talk."
(( All may make a perception check to notice the knocking ))