[u][h3][color=fff200]Alaira Taenn[/color][/h3][/u] [i][color=fff200]She seems nice enough, I guess.[/color][/i] She thought, looking her over with a quirked brow. Usually when she met someone they expressed either fear or a degree of revulsion. This one, however, seemed rather... well, normal. In the sense that she was not particularly upset with her presence. It was nice. She scratched at the back of her neck as she offered her other hand. [color=fff200][b]"Alaira. Apprentice wizard, I guess."[/b][/color] The girl might notice something a little odd about her. Mainly that all the flesh below her head was well-covered. She wore very thin gloves, and while her simple peasant's clothes had short sleeves her arms were tightly bandaged, even her neck as well. She didn't look injured either, seeing as how she just shrugged off getting tossed to the ground. Could be hiding something.