Duncan thought it likely for the best that he not run into Elliot in such a public setting, there was no telling what his true reaction might be. Though he wanted to think he'd lay back into the shadows and not attack on the spot, he wasn't sure that he could truly promise himself that. Even if a quick death would follow, it very well could be worth it. Though it would leave his Cait alone. The inner conflicts began to rage.
Just as he was about to turn heel and move on, an older man came to stand beside him in an almost mocking way. Duncan raised a brow as his eyes fell over the man's features. "Friend? Have I met ye before then?" He watched the man for another moment, trying to figure out if they had crossed paths or not.
The familiar and alluring scent of fae filled his nose and he took a moment to refrain from licking his lips as he tried to place the face. Unsuccessful however, he wondered again if this was someone he knew or simply someone trying to mess with him. It was hard to tell with the fae and their abilities to change appearances.
Resigning to the fact that he wasn't sure if it was a friend or not, Duncan just nodded a little and let his eyes move across the crowd once more, searching. "Aye. Seeing things more than likely. I dinna think it was there." Regardless of how much he wanted him to be there. To just get it over with already. Throwing knives was growing boring and dull quickly.