Ved
[color=007236]"The pleasure is mine, to be graced by beauty such as yours."[/color]
	He took a slow drag from his pipe, blowing out a bit of smoke at a time, circles forming as they floated upward, then dissipating into the sunny sky. He was a bit confused at the word supernatural, for he had never heard it before. But nonetheless, Something was different about this human, he could almost taste the magic in the air around her, perhaps she had been an angle in another life, for the air tasted sweet, like vanilla and strawberry. He had met few people with a taste of magic about them, only Shamans and Druids ever had their own distinctive flavors, but they were always far subtler than hers, only a hint of flavor, but with her it was as strong as the smoke in his pipe, which was potent enough to kill any human who puffed on it. 
[color=007236]"Where did you learn to create sounds from the lovely table?"[/color]
	He asked gently, he had never encountered instruments other than the crude pipes and drums made by the men and women native to his home. Stringed instruments were as foreign to him as electricity, and he still faced great confusion at the great metal beasts that could move almost as quickly as he could. [i]Perhaps they contain demons[/i], he thought to himself, his mind easily wandering from the task at hand. He had once ran into large wolves that could move so quickly they blurred out of sight, after telling his chief they disappeared, and he had yet to come across another beast nearly as great as them.