Anyone watching might see Kevin suck in a breath, like someone whose stomach was just hit by a soccer ball.

"Haven't I just said," he gasps out, "that this place is not mine to welcome them to? That would be overstepping."

He straightens, and then bows, politely enough. "But I will hope you enjoy your time in Pendaran, friends. I hope your guide tells you something of its history, that you may appreciate it properly."

The grin reappears, for a flash of a moment. "I would not, however -- what is the phrase, take pictures?"

And then the young man is gone, and the elkor leaping off, graceful and careless, once again. Even Kevin is not foolish enough to stay when the Wolflord has said to go.