[center][h3]Nemeia[/h3][/center]
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Unwilling to let the walking disaster that was Ezlan cause another incident with the locals, Nem moved with the speed of a predatory cat as she shifted from her spot at the end of the bar to a seat next to Ezlan and the new arrival.

In passing she'd managed to tap Eomer's shoulder, before nodding in the direction of the Caerbean. She knew Eomer had been drinking, more than she had, but she hoped he was sober enough to understand her gestures. They couldn't leave the poor wretch alone with the sailor.

"What my [i]friend[/i] meant to say was, where's Maddox?" Nem interjected, rolling her tongue with great difficulty over the word friend.