Stepping gingerly through the doorway, Eltanin seemed unaware of the gathered adventurers, too engrossed in her own scrolls and bookkeeping to spare extra attention. Her pack was brimming with parchment and inkwells, and the cork stops of several less-than-ideal flasks poked out from beneath the flap of her pack. She hummed and ahh'd, as though the scroll posed an uncomfortable question she did not want to answer herself, and so did not notice the elongated body of the Noo-long before it was far too late to stop herself. She collided into its hind leg with a dull thud and an exclamation before staggering back and grasping at her parchment before it fell.

"I beg your pardon," she spoke, almost accusingly. "I do hope you watch where you are going next time. I say, you large creatures always seem to forget just how much space you take up."

Without pausing to introduce herself, Eltanin cast an eye towards the velibolt and cocked a brow. "Don't you agree?"