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"[color=blue][i]Rebecca Vazant, wandering witch. It's always a pleasure to see new faces around.[/i][/color]"

Balian shot Ruehar a look which she instantly understood the meaning of, "[color=cyan]Oh, a witch![/color]" She chirped a thin but honest smile crossed his lips before she looked down at her tankard, almost bursting with desperation to chat to another magic user. Ruehar had began to feel more comfortable about the inn, she had taken note of numerous beings with magical abilities here. Although, not all of them seemed to fit in the Laws of Magick that she was familiar with, but this only made it all the more intriguing. The ranger, her brother on the other hand seemed to have a different opinion. After what they had been through, torn away from another home this time chased by a mob of angry witch hunters into a nightmarish forest, it was easy to understand Balian's distrusting position towards the forst, this inn and all inhabitants within it.

"[color=green]There's a stench in the air.[/color]" He began, standing almost knocking the table and the tankards over in the process. "[COLOR=GREEN]Rot.[/COLOR]" The ranger hissed through gritted teeth giving the travelling witch the once over. Lifting his tankard from the table and drowning the drink in one he placed it back down on the table and shuffled to the bar.

Ruehar watched her brother leave, biting her tongue in disgust not entirely understanding what he meant but also shocked at his tone towards Rebecca. She swiftly redirected her attention to her new  acquaintance and smiled again, weaker this time. "[color=cyan]Ruehar.[/color]" She replied, moving her cloak to reveal various trinkets associated with Magick, "[color=cyan]Me too.[/color]" She added, keeping an eye out for Balian, deciding not to heed his warning.