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[color=EFD7AD][i][b]Location[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] The Patch
[color=EFD7AD][i][b]Interactions[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Simon [@Prosaic] | Stormy [@Blizz], Hanna [@Prisk], McDaniel [@Bartimaeus]
[color=EFD7AD][i][b]School of Magic[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] Necromancy, Illusion & Divination
[color=EFD7AD][i][b]Items[/b] [color=bdbdbd]⋗[/color] [/i][/color] 1 Dagger, small component pouch (empty), cup of tea (in hand) 
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	Zhalia's eyes fixated on the man's way-too-handsome face for a moment longer before moving to her soaked sleeve. She moved the cup of hot tea into the other hand and shook her wet hand softly at the ground to dry it slightly. "[color=efd7ad]I'm so sorry[/color]", she mumbled softly as she began to dry her hand and sleeve off on her top as best as she could. Luckily the hot tea wasn't [i]burning[/i] hot. That would have been a different story.

	She looked back up as the man introduced himself as Simon Hart with a side note of charm and - dare she say, flirtation? Not directed at her, of course, but rather a flirtation with words. "[color=efd7ad]I'm Zhalia.[/color]" A charming smile turned her face into a more welcoming, engaging canvas. She quickly moved her cup back to her not-so-wet-anymore hand and offered Simon the other for a handshake. Upon his question, her head turned to look behind her slightly as her thoughts returned to the chatter she was originally escaping from. Zhalia shook her head softly, facing Simon, her brown hair bouncing around the frame of her face. "[color=efd7ad]No, not at all. But I do think I owe you the offer of dinner... so to say. If you would have me as company?[/color]" A small laugh accompanied her words. "[color=efd7ad]Allow me?[/color]" She began to find a path through the various people gathered around, leading him towards the food tent.

	It seemed the spot was a wanted destination for many witches, for obvious reasons. Currently, the food tent had a gathering of three people, chatting among themselves, seemingly about pie. "[color=efd7ad]Excuse me[/color]", she mumbled as she reached over to grab a couple of bread slices. She was certain she had seen the person with the beard before, be it only in passing. The other two seemed to have either slipped her mind or she had not encountered them before. To be fair, she had spent most of the past three days in her room, avoiding contact wherever possible, as she acclimated to her new surroundings.

	With a handful of bread slices in her hand, she turned back to Simon. "[color=efd7ad]Let's head to the fire.[/color]" She was eager to leave the tent and find a spot in the open where it felt less crowded. Surprisingly enough, she really didn't mind Simon's presence and even felt relief at the thought of someone to chat with. Maybe that would be enough to steer people off of the idea they could come up to her and start an unprompted conversation. And Simon seemed alright.
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