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[img]https://i.imgur.com/2EmklTs.png[/img]Mavis perked an eye up when she heard mention of herself; not specifically her name, but a quick look around confirmed there were no other human women the dwarf could have meant. Namedropping himself as Banard, his warmth and demeanor was, admittedly, more than a bit infectious. Finishing up in unpacking her items and essentials, Mavis rose herself up and wordlessly shuffled closer to the rather well-sized crowd gathered at the dwarf tent.

[color=palevioletred]“Banard. Ramiel. It’s very nice to meet you both,”[/color] said Mavis, giving a nod to both dwarf and half-elf, returning Ramiel’s gesture. [color=palevioletred]“If we’re on the topic of introductions, then allow me one as well. I am Mavis Meadowbane of whoever may pay me the most,”[/color] she said with just the shadow of a smirk. Despite the joking, the words rang true, especially in her business of monster slaying. She caught notice of Ramiel mentioning his origins from Amber Grove but kept quiet about them for now. Interesting, interesting all the same. 

What she couldn’t ignore was the offering of drinks. [color=palevioletred]“I mean no disrespect but….”[/color] Mavis said before her words trailed off. She almost considered saying how the alcohol was probably not the wisest idea if they were to move out the next day but thought better of it. The goal of these first interactions were to build relations, no? What better use of their time was there but to establish connections? In any case, it did no harm in having some drink.

Without further word, Mavis took the offered treat from Ramiel though took it in sips rather than bellows as some of the other occupants had. Instantly she decided this was the right decision with no regret, for the drink was actually quite filling. [color=palevioletred]“What then, brings you all to retake a cursed city?”[/color] she asked, lazily resting on her spear embedded to the ground as she sipped along her tankard. 
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