As Michael and Gaya continued their discreet surveillance, the older elf finally made a move. He subtly gestured towards a passing waitress, calling her over to his table. He ordered a glass of wine, his voice low and calm, barely audible above the tavern's muted hum. Meanwhile, the elven woman remained still, her gaze sweeping across the room, seemingly content to simply observe for the moment. When a waitress eventually approached her, inquiring about her order, the woman politely declined.
"I haven't decided yet," she said with a gentle smile, her voice soft and melodious. "Please, come back in a few minutes."
This exchange, however, was frustratingly inconclusive for Michael and Gaya. Neither the older elf nor the woman had yet done anything that could definitively reveal their dominant hand, leaving them both as potential candidates.