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"[color=goldenrod]I see, well if you need more then just ask. I'd rather pay in full but thank you for your hospitality.[/color]" Smiling after the man as he glances away, sitting down with a sigh with his cane sitting on his lap with a slight tapping going on as time goes by. He had to admit that he wasn’t expecting to be spending vacation time off in a place like this, but maybe he’ll be thoroughly surprised. His eyes glancing here and there, making sure no one was watching as he pulled out a book to go over some information stored within. It was doubtful that anyone could read the etched writing but one can never be too safe, however his gaze does flicker to the other guests about.

Noting those who were around, one guest being Alwen however he wouldn’t know the name. All he could see was the being having trouble with one of the imps, which is fair if these imps are the kind he thinks they are. Regardless he can’t say anything against willing help in an establishment, more said for them then some other living beings. Turning his attention away to the man that entered, his attire stating his timeline coupled with his species. Just like Vendril he seemed new to everything here, which is thought that Dorian may be able to help him better in any case. Finally his gaze turned to a naga? He had to presume that is the case, too many giveaways and tagged on the fact he’s interacted with their species before. If anything he watched as the imp brought their drink to the table, though curiously it looked like…

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Wait, is that the tea he ordered? Blinking at the scene before sighing softly as he gets up, cane gently thumping against the floor as he makes his way over. Not expecting a first impression to be over a misserving of drinks, but regardless he knew to at least be polite. Stopping before her as he bows his head a bit, a smile caressing his face. “[color=goldenrod]Ahh I see that they delivered my tea to the wrong table, my apologies. But since we are here now, my name is Vendril. Perchance may I ask for yours?[/color]” Motioning to a chair as if to ask permission to sit with her.