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[Color=6699cc][h2]Ghiar[/h2][/color]
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Becoming curious about the one man leaving so suddenly, he allowed his eyes to follow. After a moment of watching the other; he realized that the man must work here. Went to the tables, conversing with the other individuals in this tavern. Quickly, he took a mental note of the man, so he could ask about jobs later - [i]he would need one.[/i]

Allowing his attention to go back to the other man that stayed. He noticed that the other was not completely accepting of his or Anya's approach. Taking that into consideration, he would probably leave this conversation sooner than later. He did not want to cause any trouble with anyone else or make them uncomfortable, "[color=6699cc]Those can be enjoyable,[/color]" he said in a gentle voice. EveryonHe bad memories, so he understood. Personally, he was not a spring chicken, so he had a lot of memories. 

Glancing over at Anya, his expression seemed to soften while splotches on his skin began to change their color to a pinkish-red. Putting his attention back to Sir Vendril, his colors seemed to fade instantly from his body, "[color=6699cc]A pleasure to meet your acquaintances, Sir Vendril. I am Ghiar,[/color]" introducing himself with a gentle smile. His aura might have a calming effect. 

Ghiar glanced over to Anya before putting a hand on her instinctually to comfort her before stating, "[color=6699cc]Sometimes others do not wish to share their feelings, Anya,[/color]" his touch might have caused a sensation of tiredness, but he realized he was touching Anya without his gloves on. Taking his hand away quickly, he grabbed a pair of gloves from his back pocket. These gloves appeared to be regular genuine leather gloves, and he slipped them on. If anyone could detect magic, they would know that these gloves were heavily dosed with whatever magic could hold back Ghiar's powers. 

Looking back to the man, he bowed in respect, "[color=6699cc]It was a pleasure to meet you, but I feel like my stay has been over welcomed,[/color]" Ghair said with his usual gentle tone before excusing himself. [@LiegeLord][@Marmalised Junk]
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Ghair was not one to overstay his welcome, so he was not going to bother Sir Vendril. He did not want to make other travelers uncomfortable in the tavern, plus he needed to find a job. Finding the man who left so quickly moments before, he decided to tap him on the shoulder, "[color=6699cc]Sir, I cannot help but notice and do not wish to bother you -- do you work here by chance?[/color]" he asked before getting into the questions he wanted to ask. [@Dark Light]
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