[h1][center][color=bc8dbf]Anastasia Lorenz[/color][/center][/h1]
[color=bc8dbf]"Ah,"[/color]Anne sighed disappointedly. She was really wanting to meet the krusczek or the warforged, but it was obvious there wasn't a warforged in here. After pondering this newfound information for a moment or two, Anne's eyes slowly came to meet the half-orc's hand. It'd been quite a while since Anne had been to any sort of social gathering. [color=bc8dbf]"Was it months, or years?"[/color] she thought to herself. Eventually, she took the social cue and awkwardly took his hand. [color=bc8dbf]"Vlad, was it? Pleased to make your acquaintance,"[/color] Anne said. Then, she realized she'd been shaking his hand for a lot longer than normal. Her hand retreated back to her, [color=bc8dbf]"oh... uh... I... um...I'm sorry,"[/color] she almost squeaked. Then, she began to put her notes and pen away, and defeatedly took a seat at the bar. [color=bc8dbf]"Sir,"[/color] she looked towards the barkeep, [color=bc8dbf]"Can I have a water?"[/color] she asked as she pulled out a small pouch of coins.