I could hear their shrill cries and nasty whispers. They knew who I was even if there were those who would have it otherwise. There was but a moment for these impressions. They parted and a procession of elves appeared. Each was dressed in tight-fitting dun-colored leather garments. Some had tattoos marking their arms and faces. Others had datajacks glistening in shaved skulls. I ignored them as they surrounded us.