The small elven woman, dressed all in red, sees the rotten food hit the carriage and grins wide as she hears the hurled invectives.
"Ah," she says to herself, "ra banter o' ra common man. Salt o' ra earth. Ye canni beat it."
She draws in a deep breath, as if she is absorbing the very atmosphere of the town, and walks into the shadows once more.
"But who wis in ra carriage, ah wonder. Ah'll need tae make sum investigations."