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[h2][color=a0410d]Ethodi[/color][/h2]
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[quote=@LiegeLord]“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?”[/quote]

She turned to the other man who had approached her. Tea is what they called this drink. At least she would know now, though it did not smell anywhere near as appetizing as a good Mulsum or any other wine. 

" [color=a0410d]Your tea then.[/color]" And she placed it down to the table she was rested beside. Though she did not try and make herself up there. Instead retreating backwards to her past table and recurlling around it. At least the man seemed friendly enough and in kind she would return the hospitality. 

"[color=a0410d]The people of the village call me Ethodi, Vendril. Though you are not from such a village as that.[/color]"she gestured to a table close by the one she had curled up around. "[color=a0410d]Sit here then if you wish to speak more.[/color]" having resettled her hands, one delicately resting underneath her chin and another with fingers curled upwards, posed particularly in the direction of the empty chair. 
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