For a small moment Cit'rine's eyes turn slightly darker- although pleased that her had made her blush, her comment about being original upset him..
He recovers in a split second- "ah forgive me, i was distracted by your beauty...My name is Cit'rine and these are my friends- surely you have heard of The Branded, a group of the finest and mightiest warriors-that is us" He opens his hands smiling "We have come here for... opportunity"
OOC- Did Cit'rine/ the group hear the Dwarf? How common is it to see a Dwarf here?
"oh Cit'rine ay? exotic as they come" she butchers the pronunciation of your name looking confused but continues "im known as a delight but you can call me Glenys sweety" she touches your shoulder quickly and pulls back her hand.
"hmm strong indeed, the branded you say? i think i ave heard of ye - arent you one of those hunter of the horn groups or something?" she folds her arms beneath her breasts if anything exposing them more "well its all too much for a simple serving maid like m'self, although i do like a strong adventurer, my last no good husband Cali spoke of the horn all the time ykno. he would say "Glenys one day i will find that horn and make us rich" but hes dead now i'm no better off and my cousin Devrik wanted...." she goes on although you are now not paying her any mind as your ears pick up the words "Business lass!" from across the hall.
You look past Glenys and notice the white haired girl return to her table with the stocky loud dwarf that belongs to the voice.
- Cit'rine - Neverwinter is quite multicultural so it is not odd to see a dwarf here. You should be able to listen to their conversation now if you wanted.
Cit'rine slowly stands up his attention no longer with the maid. he slowly raise his hand and softly grabs the maids face without looking at her and places his index finger on her lips. He pays her no mind and ignores anything further she says including any command to remove his hand. He stares and watches the dwarf and the pretty girl with white hair..
Does the dwarf have anything of value on his person?
"Lost. No" Sariya quickly says as shes trys desperately to hold Cinniquar back with one hand as she rubs her head aching head with the other. He clearly isnt enjoying this new world as much as she is. She stares at this funny looking man in amazement before shyly lowering her gaze and quietly saying "That was my seat though"
A few seconds pass before Se’air pulls a thin, velvet green ribbon from his pocket and places it between the pages, closing the book. He places the book on the table, taking his time to place away his quill and pot of ink, being sure to close it tight. Se’air turns to Estelle,
“The kings death at a time like this is an intriguing one. According to this” he holds up the book “Saturn has recently entered retrograde, a regular cycle occurring just over every 12 months. Transiting Saturn retrograde is a time of karma, where past present and future blur into one. I wonder if he was killed in cold blood or if it was more complex....the doing of the planetary alignment, seeking justice”
He picks up his untouched ale, taking a sip before continuing,
”whatever it was, it ensures business and for that i am grateful”
He tips his ale towards Estelle by the way of cheers and takes another slow sip, taking in his surroundings and the state of his companions for the first time since he began to read. His eyes land on Cit’rine, who he knew long enough at this point to understand his stanced posture and eager eyes could only mean something of value has caught his attention
Estelle blinks, she is completely lost by Se’air. She too decides to turn her attention to Cit’rine and seeing his point of focus has further turned it to the woman and dwarf.
Does the dwarf have anything of value on his person?
- Cit'rine -
You see the dwarf is dressed fairly well with padded leathers surrounded by a fur lined cloak. At his side, a plain but well made short sword hanging from a thick polished leather dwarven belt with bronze inlays and a solid bronze buckle. As he looks underneath the table you notice two things - the hand he uses to support himself has a single thick golden band around his ring finger and what looks like a half full purse at his back securely tied around a notch in his belt..
- Sariya -"haha well come up here and claim it lassie" he laughs offering you a big meaty hand, oblivious to Cinniquar and the fact that he just kneed you in the head. He helps you into your seat and takes the chair opposite you and Elizar and calls out for more drink.
Elizar while this is happening you notice the maid at the next table looking shocked as half of her face was covered by the hand of the handsome man she was eyeing off earlier. the man appeared to be staring intently at Gundren with a sparkle in his grey/blue eyes. Suddenly the maid manages to shove his hand away and glares eyes wide for a second before turning heel and storming of back to the kitchens. the man seemed unnerved or perhaps he hadn't even noticed as his attention was fixed entirely on your table.
"well ill be a bearded halfling! a tiefling! and a beauty no less" he says grinning at Sariya, "Elizar where have yer been hiding her all this time ha?" he stands again a bows deep "Gundren Rockseeker at yer service"
Elizar while this is happening you notice the maid at the next table looking shocked as half of her face was covered by the hand of the handsome man she was eyeing off earlier. the man appeared to be staring intently at Gundren with a sparkle in his grey/blue eyes. Suddenly the maid manages to shove his hand away and glares eyes wide for a second before turning heel and storming of back to the kitchens. the man seemed unnerved or perhaps he hadn't even noticed as his attention was fixed entirely on your table.
"well ill be a bearded halfling! a tiefling! and a beauty no less" he says grinning at Sariya, "Elizar where have yer been hiding her all this time ha?" he stands again a bows deep "Gundren Rockseeker at yer service"
Elizar grins at Gundren 'Now u know better than to be messing with a friend of mine old boy'.
She laughs as she gives him a playful bear hug while at the same turning them so that now she was in the path of the strangers sparkling stare. She knew this look all too well, and was in no mood to have Gundren notice and pick a fight, for no one could amuse her quite like the dwarf and it had been a boring dull night thus far.
She spreads a slow smile at the stranger- not a smile of friendship, but a smile to make him aware that his look and perhaps his intention, had not gone unnoticed.
Cit'rine slowly sits down looking at each of his friends with gleaming eyes and a wild grin.
He brings his face close to his leader, the heat slightly unconformable but he paid it no mind- he was excited.
"The fat dwarf thing looks like he has gold or a business opportunity...he speaks to the warrior lady, perhaps he needs some capable swords hmm?" he whisper loud enough for his party to hear.
He turns to face the rest "Perhaps we can speak to him and sell our services.." pause before continuing "or wait until he leaves drunk, take him somewhere quite and relive him of his gold" He makes a grabbing motion with his hand, grinning excitedly at his friends
He turns again to face Arimila raising an eyebrow at her in question, his hand still floating above the table clenched with the imaginary gold.
Cit'rine slowly sits down looking at each of his friends with gleaming eyes and a wild grin.
He brings his face close to his leader, the heat slightly unconformable but he paid it no mind- he was excited.
"The fat dwarf thing looks like he has gold or a business opportunity...he speaks to the warrior lady, perhaps he needs some capable swords hmm?" he whisper loud enough for his party to hear.
He turns to face the rest "Perhaps we can speak to him and sell our services.." pause before continuing "or wait until he leaves drunk, take him somewhere quite and relive him of his gold" He makes a grabbing motion with his hand, grinning excitedly at his friends
He turns again to face Arimila raising an eyebrow at her in question, his hand still floating above the table clenched with the imaginary gold.
thinking over the words of her companion as the faint smell of the ocean fills the air around her, Aramila contemplates the proposal; shifting her gaze to the dwarven man. "Your assumptions appear correct Cit'rine," her voice low, "we will offer our services and if he is not interested, we will relieve him of his golden burderns; as you have suggested, but only if it is convenient." giving a small stern nod. "However, the white haired woman has been observing us, and looks as if she could give us trouble, if i decide it is wise to rob the dwarf man, we may have to redirect her, so no rash actions as of yet."
"Estelle," she instructs her friend without shifting her hooded gaze from the table.
After a seconds pause, "What is that thing beside the tiefling, Se'air?" she asks, turning to the one she knows will have an answer.
- Estelle - you run your eyes across the room taking in the wide swinging doors leading into the hall and occasionally letting in the chill as a as individuals wonder in or out. you guess that there probably is an exit through the kitchens aswell. you don't note any notable danger throughout the room and as you scan your eyes eventually meet a middle aged mans pale brown eyes who is leaning against the counter.
The man is dressed similar to a soldier but although his chain mail is perhaps of a better quality, he wears a long sword at his side and is currently watching over a glass of wine he is sipping.
You feel like he is keeping an eye on Gundren.
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Estelle holds his gave for a few seconds before nodding and leaning into her group. "Entrance and kitchen are exits, no dangers other than the woman and, observe discretely for we might be watched but, the man at the counter, he appears to be with the dwarf".
Gundren finishes off a story of his exploits in the North when a serving boy arrives with a roast chicken and another round of drinks.
"ah lass, a spot of luck 'tis running into ye like this" Gundren says as swings a chicken leg indicating Elizar "As a matter of fact i have a cart full of goods arriving at this very place in the morn that needs escorting down south to a town called Phandalin and was looking for someone reliable to take on the job for me" he thinks a moment chewing loudly before continuing "actually was planning on taking it there myself but i have some business come up that requires my urgent attendance" he throws the clean bone over his shoulder "hoho aye something big indeed but don't you worry lass ill still be in Phadalin by the time you get there to reward ya"
Gundren grabs a fresh mug and holds it high "what do you say lass?"
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Cit'rine slowly sits down looking at each of his friends with gleaming eyes and a wild grin.
He brings his face close to his leader, the heat slightly unconformable but he paid it no mind- he was excited.
"The fat dwarf thing looks like he has gold or a business opportunity...he speaks to the warrior lady, perhaps he needs some capable swords hmm?" he whisper loud enough for his party to hear.
He turns to face the rest "Perhaps we can speak to him and sell our services.." pause before continuing "or wait until he leaves drunk, take him somewhere quite and relive him of his gold" He makes a grabbing motion with his hand, grinning excitedly at his friends
He turns again to face Arimila raising an eyebrow at her in question, his hand still floating above the table clenched with the imaginary gold.
thinking over the words of her companion as the faint smell of fresh rain fills the air around her, Aramila contemplates the proposal; shifting her gaze to the dwarven man. "Your assumptions appear correct Cit'rine," her voice low, "we will offer our services and if he is not interested, we will relieve him of his golden burderns; as you have suggested, but only if it is convenient." giving a small stern nod. "However, the white haired woman has been observing us, and looks as if she could give us trouble, if i decide it is wise to rob the dwarf man, we may have to redirect her, so no rash actions as of yet."
"Estelle," she instructs her friend without shifting her hooded gaze from the table.
After a seconds pause, "What is that thing beside the tiefling, Se'air?" she asks, turning to the one she knows will have an answer.
“That....” Se’air pauses to take a look at what his leader is referring to, “...is a fox” he continues “although from this angle i can’t tell if its male or female”
He turns to Citrine, opening his mouth to speak before he is cut off by the dwarfs words. Cocking his head to the side slightly, Se’air looks to Estelle, eye brow raised before addressing the group “looks like offer our services it is”
Cit'rine grins wildly at Ser'air, then looks at Estelle- no response, good she agrees, then finally he shifts his gleaming eyes to Aramila for her approval...with a slight nod and a faint smile from their leader-Cit'rine knew what he had to do next.
Cit'rine stands up quickly, grabs his drink and with one gulp finishes it off. He tosses the empty mug to a passing serving boy before pulling down his hood to revel a long thick braid of hair wrapped in leather straps. He adjusts his open top to show more of his defined chest...small droplets of liquid ran down his pecks- not sweat but fresh seawater...his simply anchor locket on a leather strap bouncing off his chest as he makes his way to the table.
"Hello friends!" he pauses to allow the group at the table to look at him before placing his hands on the table and leaning in "I could not help but..over hear a possible opportunity for work...may i join you?" He grins revealing his pearly white teeth and makes sure to look at everyone in the eyes in turn.
Gundren finishes off a story of his exploits in the North when a serving boy arrives with a roast chicken and another round of drinks.
"ah lass, a spot of luck 'tis running into ye like this" Gundren says as swings a chicken leg indicating Elizar "As a matter of fact i have a cart full of goods arriving at this very place in the morn that needs escorting down south to a town called Phandalin and was looking for someone reliable to take on the job for me" he thinks a moment chewing loudly before continuing "actually was planning on taking it there myself but i have some business come up that requires my urgent attendance" he throws the clean bone over his shoulder "hoho aye something big indeed but don't you worry lass ill still be in Phadalin by the time you get there to reward ya"
Gundren grabs a fresh mug and holds it high "what do you say lass?"
Elizar raises an eyebrow and smirks, still shaking her head in amusement at Gundren's colourful story telling. 'Gundren, when have I ever declined any offer of yours my friend?
'Although (she tips her head slightly to the side and shows him her pearly white smile, knowing that he appreciated beauty, even in a friend, and that she had his complete attention), I will be needing extra pay upfront this time', she points to her battered Shield beside her. 'It has seen better days and Im in need of an upgrade to my armour...And 2 good strong mounts my friend. With the kings death it means reinforcement to the crown will be a plenty, leaving bandits to loot as they please'.
She leans in close laughing and gives him a peck on his crimson cheek 'Mmm, how could you decline me now?'.
As she sits back still amused, a man approaches the table "Hello friends!" "I could not help but..over hear a possible opportunity for work...may i join you?" he grins.
Elizar recognises him instantly as the stranger who had caught her attention earlier in the night and who had been eyeing of Gundren. She looks at Gundren and raises both eyebrows, 'Ahhh'she looks at the stranger as she leans back in her chair 'and do you usually plan to steal from a proposed giver of a job my 'friend'? .She gives him a wink, and fidgets with her dagger slowly.....
Cit'rine meets the white haired girls eyes, his grin still wild-"Yes!- if they don't except my offer of course"
Cit'rine takes a seat and rips the leg off the chicken- he turns his attention to Gundren "You have some goods in need of escort, yes? On behalf of Milady De'Winter i humbly offer you the service of her company-The Branded" He points with the chicken leg to his party and awkwardly half bows while sitting.
Cit'rine meets the white haired girls eyes, his grin still wild-"Yes!- if they don't except my offer of course"
Cit'rine takes a seat and rips the leg off the chicken- he turns his attention to Gundren "You have some goods in need of escort, yes? On behalf of Milady De'Winter i humbly offer you the service of her company-The Branded" He points with the chicken leg to his party and awkwardly half bows while sitting.
upon her companion's indication, Aramila slightly bows her head to the occupants of the table Cit'rine now sits at.
"oh Cit'rine ay? exotic as they come" she butchers the pronunciation of your name looking confused but continues "im known as a delight but you can call me Glenys sweety" she touches your shoulder quickly and pulls back her hand.
"hmm strong indeed, the branded you say? i think i ave heard of ye - arent you one of those hunter of the horn groups or something?" she folds her arms beneath her breasts if anything exposing them more "well its all too much for a simple serving maid like m'self, although i do like a strong adventurer, my last no good husband Cali spoke of the horn all the time ykno. he would say "Glenys one day i will find that horn and make us rich" but hes dead now i'm no better off and my cousin Devrik wanted...." she goes on although you are now not paying her any mind as your ears pick up the words "Business lass!" from across the hall.
You look past Glenys and notice the white haired girl return to her table with the stocky loud dwarf that belongs to the voice.
- Cit'rine - Neverwinter is quite multicultural so it is not odd to see a dwarf here. You should be able to listen to their conversation now if you wanted.
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Cit'rine slowly stands up his attention no longer with the maid. he slowly raise his hand and softly grabs the maids face without looking at her and places his index finger on her lips. He pays her no mind and ignores anything further she says including any command to remove his hand. He stares and watches the dwarf and the pretty girl with white hair..
Does the dwarf have anything of value on his person?
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
"Lost. No" Sariya quickly says as shes trys desperately to hold Cinniquar back with one hand as she rubs her head aching head with the other. He clearly isnt enjoying this new world as much as she is. She stares at this funny looking man in amazement before shyly lowering her gaze and quietly saying "That was my seat though"
Estelle leans towards Se’air, “what is it?”, she nods her head at the book he’s currently observing
mera- haunted one
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A few seconds pass before Se’air pulls a thin, velvet green ribbon from his pocket and places it between the pages, closing the book. He places the book on the table, taking his time to place away his quill and pot of ink, being sure to close it tight. Se’air turns to Estelle,
“The kings death at a time like this is an intriguing one. According to this” he holds up the book “Saturn has recently entered retrograde, a regular cycle occurring just over every 12 months. Transiting Saturn retrograde is a time of karma, where past present and future blur into one. I wonder if he was killed in cold blood or if it was more complex....the doing of the planetary alignment, seeking justice”
He picks up his untouched ale, taking a sip before continuing,
”whatever it was, it ensures business and for that i am grateful”
He tips his ale towards Estelle by the way of cheers and takes another slow sip, taking in his surroundings and the state of his companions for the first time since he began to read. His eyes land on Cit’rine, who he knew long enough at this point to understand his stanced posture and eager eyes could only mean something of value has caught his attention
se'air
Estelle blinks, she is completely lost by Se’air. She too decides to turn her attention to Cit’rine and seeing his point of focus has further turned it to the woman and dwarf.
mera- haunted one
- Cit'rine -
You see the dwarf is dressed fairly well with padded leathers surrounded by a fur lined cloak. At his side, a plain but well made short sword hanging from a thick polished leather dwarven belt with bronze inlays and a solid bronze buckle. As he looks underneath the table you notice two things - the hand he uses to support himself has a single thick golden band around his ring finger and what looks like a half full purse at his back securely tied around a notch in his belt..
- Sariya - "haha well come up here and claim it lassie" he laughs offering you a big meaty hand, oblivious to Cinniquar and the fact that he just kneed you in the head. He helps you into your seat and takes the chair opposite you and Elizar and calls out for more drink.
Elizar while this is happening you notice the maid at the next table looking shocked as half of her face was covered by the hand of the handsome man she was eyeing off earlier. the man appeared to be staring intently at Gundren with a sparkle in his grey/blue eyes. Suddenly the maid manages to shove his hand away and glares eyes wide for a second before turning heel and storming of back to the kitchens. the man seemed unnerved or perhaps he hadn't even noticed as his attention was fixed entirely on your table.
"well ill be a bearded halfling! a tiefling! and a beauty no less" he says grinning at Sariya, "Elizar where have yer been hiding her all this time ha?" he stands again a bows deep "Gundren Rockseeker at yer service"
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Elizar grins at Gundren 'Now u know better than to be messing with a friend of mine old boy'.
She laughs as she gives him a playful bear hug while at the same turning them so that now she was in the path of the strangers sparkling stare. She knew this look all too well, and was in no mood to have Gundren notice and pick a fight, for no one could amuse her quite like the dwarf and it had been a boring dull night thus far.
She spreads a slow smile at the stranger- not a smile of friendship, but a smile to make him aware that his look and perhaps his intention, had not gone unnoticed.
Cosima
Cit'rine slowly sits down looking at each of his friends with gleaming eyes and a wild grin.
He brings his face close to his leader, the heat slightly unconformable but he paid it no mind- he was excited.
"The fat dwarf thing looks like he has gold or a business opportunity...he speaks to the warrior lady, perhaps he needs some capable swords hmm?" he whisper loud enough for his party to hear.
He turns to face the rest "Perhaps we can speak to him and sell our services.." pause before continuing "or wait until he leaves drunk, take him somewhere quite and relive him of his gold" He makes a grabbing motion with his hand, grinning excitedly at his friends
He turns again to face Arimila raising an eyebrow at her in question, his hand still floating above the table clenched with the imaginary gold.
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
Estelle studies the room. Does he have any men with him? Is there any dangers? How many exit points?
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thinking over the words of her companion as the faint smell of the ocean fills the air around her, Aramila contemplates the proposal; shifting her gaze to the dwarven man. "Your assumptions appear correct Cit'rine," her voice low, "we will offer our services and if he is not interested, we will relieve him of his golden burderns; as you have suggested, but only if it is convenient." giving a small stern nod. "However, the white haired woman has been observing us, and looks as if she could give us trouble, if i decide it is wise to rob the dwarf man, we may have to redirect her, so no rash actions as of yet."
"Estelle," she instructs her friend without shifting her hooded gaze from the table.
After a seconds pause, "What is that thing beside the tiefling, Se'air?" she asks, turning to the one she knows will have an answer.
Princess Freja
- Estelle - you run your eyes across the room taking in the wide swinging doors leading into the hall and occasionally letting in the chill as a as individuals wonder in or out. you guess that there probably is an exit through the kitchens aswell. you don't note any notable danger throughout the room and as you scan your eyes eventually meet a middle aged mans pale brown eyes who is leaning against the counter.
The man is dressed similar to a soldier but although his chain mail is perhaps of a better quality, he wears a long sword at his side and is currently watching over a glass of wine he is sipping.
You feel like he is keeping an eye on Gundren.
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Estelle holds his gave for a few seconds before nodding and leaning into her group. "Entrance and kitchen are exits, no dangers other than the woman and, observe discretely for we might be watched but, the man at the counter, he appears to be with the dwarf".
mera- haunted one
Gundren finishes off a story of his exploits in the North when a serving boy arrives with a roast chicken and another round of drinks.
"ah lass, a spot of luck 'tis running into ye like this" Gundren says as swings a chicken leg indicating Elizar "As a matter of fact i have a cart full of goods arriving at this very place in the morn that needs escorting down south to a town called Phandalin and was looking for someone reliable to take on the job for me" he thinks a moment chewing loudly before continuing "actually was planning on taking it there myself but i have some business come up that requires my urgent attendance" he throws the clean bone over his shoulder "hoho aye something big indeed but don't you worry lass ill still be in Phadalin by the time you get there to reward ya"
Gundren grabs a fresh mug and holds it high "what do you say lass?"
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“That....” Se’air pauses to take a look at what his leader is referring to, “...is a fox” he continues “although from this angle i can’t tell if its male or female”
He turns to Citrine, opening his mouth to speak before he is cut off by the dwarfs words. Cocking his head to the side slightly, Se’air looks to Estelle, eye brow raised before addressing the group “looks like offer our services it is”
se'air
Cit'rine grins wildly at Ser'air, then looks at Estelle- no response, good she agrees, then finally he shifts his gleaming eyes to Aramila for her approval...with a slight nod and a faint smile from their leader-Cit'rine knew what he had to do next.
Cit'rine stands up quickly, grabs his drink and with one gulp finishes it off. He tosses the empty mug to a passing serving boy before pulling down his hood to revel a long thick braid of hair wrapped in leather straps. He adjusts his open top to show more of his defined chest...small droplets of liquid ran down his pecks- not sweat but fresh seawater...his simply anchor locket on a leather strap bouncing off his chest as he makes his way to the table.
"Hello friends!" he pauses to allow the group at the table to look at him before placing his hands on the table and leaning in "I could not help but..over hear a possible opportunity for work...may i join you?" He grins revealing his pearly white teeth and makes sure to look at everyone in the eyes in turn.
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
Elizar raises an eyebrow and smirks, still shaking her head in amusement at Gundren's colourful story telling. 'Gundren, when have I ever declined any offer of yours my friend?
'Although (she tips her head slightly to the side and shows him her pearly white smile, knowing that he appreciated beauty, even in a friend, and that she had his complete attention), I will be needing extra pay upfront this time', she points to her battered Shield beside her. 'It has seen better days and Im in need of an upgrade to my armour...And 2 good strong mounts my friend. With the kings death it means reinforcement to the crown will be a plenty, leaving bandits to loot as they please'.
She leans in close laughing and gives him a peck on his crimson cheek 'Mmm, how could you decline me now?'.
As she sits back still amused, a man approaches the table "Hello friends!" "I could not help but..over hear a possible opportunity for work...may i join you?" he grins.
Elizar recognises him instantly as the stranger who had caught her attention earlier in the night and who had been eyeing of Gundren. She looks at Gundren and raises both eyebrows, 'Ahhh' she looks at the stranger as she leans back in her chair 'and do you usually plan to steal from a proposed giver of a job my 'friend'? .She gives him a wink, and fidgets with her dagger slowly.....
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Cosima
Cit'rine meets the white haired girls eyes, his grin still wild-"Yes!- if they don't except my offer of course"
Cit'rine takes a seat and rips the leg off the chicken- he turns his attention to Gundren "You have some goods in need of escort, yes? On behalf of Milady De'Winter i humbly offer you the service of her company-The Branded" He points with the chicken leg to his party and awkwardly half bows while sitting.
CIT'RINE EMERICH - WARLOCK - TWILIGHT OF AN AGE
upon her companion's indication, Aramila slightly bows her head to the occupants of the table Cit'rine now sits at.
Princess Freja