[center][color=darkorange][h1]Gwendolyn Abramelin[/h1][/color][/center]

Gwen's newfound conversational partner appeared rather unabashed by Gwen's own disheveled appearance. While well kept, the woman also seemed to have a bit of a rugged appearance. Of course, she didn't appear as if she had slept inches from a pile of ash that night. Gwen seemed unaware of her own plight, though. She was rather friendly as well, though while the two exchanged words, Gwen's eyes remained locked upon the stained glass panes rising up before her. The sight was certainly something to behold, and really Gwen was content to just watch the light as it spilled in. Things only grew brighter as time passed as the colored light cascaded into the building, and as things grew brighter the feasting hall grew more lively. 

[color=darkorange]"They are certainly a welcome addition to a home. This sort of thing doesn't exist where I come from. I would love to get some of my own."[/color] The strange thought crossed her mind. Gwen didn't know where she would put a collection of stained glass, but she knew herself. Thus, she knew that if she ever found some, she would no doubt seek to acquire it. She was an odd one, Gwen. That much was only further accentuated when Lyrel introduced herself and spoke of the guild's 'Master'. Somewhere deep inside, Gwen felt like an outsider. She wouldn't acknowledge it, or maybe she would, but she would never let herself appear phased by something so mundane. [color=darkorange]"The pleasure is all mine, Lyrel. It's good to finally acquaint myself with..."[/color] There was hesitation in her words. Gwen really hadn't met anyone in Dilei— not seriously. [color=darkorange]"Other people from this strange city."[/color]

Before more words were exchanged another young woman approached with a brazen greeting. Gwen's eyes finally tore away from the splendor of colors poised before her to look towards the girl as she entered the feasting hall. Gwen arced a hand through the air in a friendly wave, exuding a rather welcoming aura. She would have spoken up, but another voice chimed in and another woman entered the hall and joined in on the conversation. It was soon revealed that Lyrel and Gwen had been joined by another recruit. It was a peculiar feeling that arose inside Gwen as she observed the interactions of the other women. This was perhaps one of the first times she had ever had a common interest with the people of Dilei. It warmed her a bit. When questioned whether or not she was new herself, Gwen gave a simple nod. It was then that the newcomers exchanged names.

[color=darkorange]"Good to meet you, Erinn. You as well, Franca."[/color] After speaking up, Lyrel posed a query to Gwen. It certainly struck a chord. Deep within, she felt as though she may have been apprehensive to answer questions of her origin, but nonetheless Gwen wasn't going to close herself off. She never had before, and she certainly wouldn't start now. Everything had worked out so far. Of course the issue arose that Gwen really didn't know much of her origin. She came from the northern seas. She knew that much, but beyond that there wasn't much she really knew about her ventures with Menes. Or rather, that was all she knew. This mainland was entirely foreign to the young Gwendolyn.

[color=darkorange]"Oh yes! I've come a long way by ship. The journey was hard and arduous, but I suppose it was worth it to experience this new land."[/color] Gwen gestured vaguely to her surroundings. The thought came up in her mind that her venture here was more for seeking asylum rather than adventure and experiences. Gwen wasn't sure she was ready to share such details yet. It wasn't that she didn't trust her new comrades, though there was something to be said on that front, but instead that she didn't want to think about it herself. She wanted to imagine all was well on that old island. [color=darkorange]"I come from the Derelict City where I lived rather ascetically with my mentor. What of you, Lyrel? Are you a native of this place?"[/color] Gwen furrowed her brow as the words left her mouth. Perhaps it was a bit strange to call the majority of the world's inhabitants in this massive land 'natives'. It was quite obvious Gwendolyn was foreign, but not in the typical sense. A slight sense of embarrassment welled up inside her. She wondered if maybe she should have been more clandestine with her life's details.

[color=darkorange]"It's quite a complex place this city. To live here must be rather confusing."[/color]

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