[b]"Wrensthav, mm? The pleasure's all mine."[/b] Evelyn said, surprised she was getting mental flashes of white sand overlaying where Wrensthav stood. Magic had taught her to discipline her thoughts so she noticed she couldn't recognize these as hers. She smirked; it was similar to the magic-lust written in the arcane symbols in her robes, though his was far more potent and seemed to emanate from within. That was all she could think to compare it to as they both affected the senses. 

As he spoke, Evelyn's attention was split in half. Part of her focused on his words, the other tuned into the whiff of magic she visualized earlier. The man in front of her kept unfolding into deeper levels of alien magic, Evelyn couldn't get close to the end of it. Amazement sparkled in her eyes, as well as a shred of alarm. Half-denying the possibility of... Whatever she just saw, she looked curiously into his eyes.

[b]"These sound like some very interesting relics, I would so love to see them."[/b] Evelyn purred, gently swirling the remaining contents of her glass. [b]"But Wrensthav, I do not believe you've let on all that you are. You are... Hm, quite a mystery."[/b] She frowned, looking almost terribly frustrated for a moment before she relaxed, that warm look back in her eyes. 

Amused, she hide a snicker behind three fingers. [b]"But I have a feeling I'll be seeing you tomorrow. Or, later today, seeing as its late. You'll have to forgive me, I'm awful tired. Traveling all day will do that."[/b] Evelyn said, raising her glass to him. [b]"Goodnight, [i]relic collector.[/i]"[/b]

She gently moved past him, walking down the balcony hallway before turning the corner, making her way to her room. The door quietly closed behind her.