The Orlesian man, naturally, takes offense and steps towards Eliot and the ladies, puffing up his chest in indignation. With all of his attention on Eliot (not to mention the terrible peripheral vision in those masks), he steps right into a passerby. Unluckily for him, that passerby is a well armored, fiery eyed Avvar woman who stands about two inches taller than the Orlesian. The impact of being run into barely seems to faze her, but he gets a disapproving glare as he goes tumbling backwards.

"Klaufalegur heimskingi," She mutters, rolling her eyes as the Orlesian man Eliot had been teasing skitters away from her fearfully, "Hallo, I'm trying to find the bears... The bears-why are you running away?"

She's sighs exasperatedly as the Orlesian let's out a squeak and takes off into the crowd. She's just trying to find the performing bears she's heard about.