As Alice completed her errands she looked around the glade again. The lack of light for miles around meant the sky was more stars than blackness, and if she cared to she could have picked out many different constellations. She didn't much care to do anything other than sleep, but she noticed the gaudy-looking noble-priest man from earlier heading her way. She readied herself for conversation and cheap flattery.

He definitely looked kindly, smiling as he greeted her warmly but not loud enough to disturb any of the others. "Greetings, O fair lady!" he started. [i]Fairer than Princess Vanya you were bemused with earlier?[/i] Alice withheld from saying her scathing remark, she didn't care much for people who were easy with compliments but also didn't want to sour any potential comrade's disposition if she didn't have to. "I don't believe we've talked to one another yet, and I was wondering if I might get to know you, perhaps learn your name if I may? I'm sure you heard my, ah, earlier statements about myself, but I've scarce heard anything about you, perhaps for distraction's sake if nothing else."

For distractions sake, ha! The only distraction she wanted right now was how to arrange her bedroll most comfortably, but she was too well trained to show anything like that. Well, maybe a little bit. "Alice Peerbane, it's nice to meet you." She gave a small curtsy, in case he was of noble descent. He shared a Vrettonian accent like her, but far less refined. The fact he'd said Lady at all showed he wasn't accustomed to court ettiquette, had he been he would have said 'Madame' if he meant the respect he tried to imply. "I am afraid I didn't hear anything about you. Forgive me if don't seem prude, but you don't seem like you're from the upper classes of Vrettonnia. And the only other faction that could afford such clothes would be religion. Are you a man of the gods?"

But even that definition didn't fit the man before her. He seemed too world-wise, and far too alert for a man of the cloth. There was certain cunning and intelligence behind those eyes as oppose to the sluggish non hostile looks preachers gave out. He lacked the weapons of a mercenary, and the discipline and physique of a trained soldier. A thief perhaps? Stolen the clothes from a traveller? A highwayman? No, he didn't look hardened enough for that. This man was an enigma, she definitely wasn't feeling mentally sluggish any more

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