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[color=cyan]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Roshmi City
[color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] Torvi [@Tae], Belle [@Potter]
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Bowyn was about respond to Torvi when two elven women helped themselves to seats at their table. He and Torvi had chosen a table out of the way to avoid prying ears and as he took a glance across the bar, he could tell, that while business was picking up, there was plenty of room elsewhere for them. Typical of elves; assuming everyone wanted the pleasure, or more accurately, the inconvenience of their company. Anyone with the slightest hint of decency would’ve at least asked if they minded strangers joining their table, but he did not expect decency from the high and mighty elves. 

[color=cyan]“Why, no, these seats are not taken, feel free to sit here, complete strangers who have not bothered to introduce themselves.”[/color] Bowyn responded in a tone that was both dripping with contempt and sarcasm. He then helped himself to a piece of fruit from the blue haired elfs plate, figuring if they were going to be rude, he was more than happy to return the sentiment. [color=cyan] “Please continue to inform us of the latest gossip. Did anyone die?”[/color] He added as he chewed, obnoxiously and with an open mouth, on the piece of stolen peach. He glanced over at Torvi and gave a smirk, she seemed to be greeting these elves much more cordially than he planned on doing. He could see why, they might have useful information, but he wasn’t generous with kindness and these elves had shown none so he planned to only match their demeanor. He wasn’t going to allow himself to be mistaken for weak either; Bowyn was no cheerful forest fae, flitting about with any creature that happened to be in the vicinity.  

[color=cyan]“I’m Bowyn, by the way, not that you bothered to ask.”[/color] He continued. [color=cyan]“And my lovely companion,”[/color] He paused to gesture towards the merlin perched on his shoulder, [color=cyan]”Is called Boreas. Don’t be offended if he stays quiet though, he doesn’t normally care for elves.”[/color] He said as Boreas ruffled his feathers to add to the point. He would leave it to Torvi to introduce herself if she wished, and continued to drink of his mead.