A brow is arched, curious gaze is turned, sharp green eyes of Arlahn show no signs of being offended, but rather amused, "My my, but this peaceful little village is attracting a lot of attention. Are there anymore of you coming?" So nonchalant, and casual about this, but realizing that the stealthy woman is not quite pure elf, and part demon, he dismisses the question with, "Right. Nevermind that then." To his own hut he turns and opens the door, "We should all go inside, I think, to discuss such matters, before any of us make wrong impressions on the locals, please, come in." The moment the well-lit single room dwelling is exposed to the light of day, something not too clearly seen skitters away into hiding. Quite a few of them in fact, hiding under chairs, bed, and anyplace else they can hide. What might be caught, however briefly, is they are small, appear as emeralds, and almost spider-like, "Oh and mind your step, these Crysmal are peaceful enough, long as one doesn't step on them."
(Like this. They're a Small Earth Elemental that understand the 'Terran' language common to Earth Elementals, but do not speak.)