Lips turning up at the corners in an appreciative smile at his own humor, Branna took The proffered hand into her own. Or at least, she would have, if the man‘s hand hadn’t been so much bigger than hers. Placing her hand in his instead, she did her best to apply pressure to his palm with her fingers and made an effort to move her own arm in the handshake. She was used to feeling short and small around other people all the time, but this man had her feeling like she was a child again. A very small child.

“Othen,” she repeated politely as she took the seat across from him at the table and dropped her bags at her feet. “ pleasure to make your acquaintance.“ As she then unclasped her cloak and draped it over the chair behind her, she then offered her own name. “I’m Branna.”

One of the serving girls approach the table at that point, curtsying politely as she placed a bowl of stew, a loaf of bread, and a flagon of water on the table in front of Branna, mumbling a quiet apology under her breath before hurrying away again. Sighing saufley to herself as she watched the girl rush off, Branna then simply gave her head a small shake before picking up the loaf of bread and tearing a piece free. Dipping One end into the stew, she then transferred the bite into her mouth, almost releasing a moan of pleasure as the flavor hit her tongue. Restraining her self as to not start snarfing down her food as quickly as she could get it into her mouth, Branna posed a question to her table companion, though she wasn’t long in tearing off another piece of bread. “So, Othen, what brings you to Eversong?” She was positive she had never seen him around the city before. Someone of his size just stood out that way, she was sure she would remember if she had spotted him in the past.