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'[i][color=808080]Oh goodness,[/color][/i]' the tome snapped shut with a crisp crack of the spine as it closed together, the magic user rubbed the side of his temple realizing his manners were the utmost worst '[i][color=808080]How dreadfully tactless,of me.[/color][/i]' Alwen sighed, pushing the thick book aside slightly and looking to the woman who joined him with an apologetic smile "[color=808080]Excuse my manners m'lady, you aren't a bother at all.[/color] while that wasn't necessarily a lie, he thought it boorish to appear as though he were brushing her off though he had been perfectly happy to enjoy a glass of wine and his book in solitude.

Hold on, why was he apologizing? Alwen stared at his glass then the bottle of sherry, knitting his brow for a moment before he drank the last drop of the stuff in the glass held in hand "[color=808080]Hm, either the drink has effected my judgement or I have gained a grain of decency, what a dreadful prospect.[/color]" the necromancer shook his head, his hair falling slightly over his face.

"[color=808080]To be quite frank Anath, I was quite happy sitting by myself but I am quite sure I am half into the bottle. To put it bluntly I'm not exactly the social butterfly.[/color]" shrugging, he put the bottle of sherry aside feeling as though he should not drink any more lest he decide to completely throw caution to the wind. "[color=808080]But it would be rude to shoo you away like a common street cat, so stay and maybe we might find some common ground! Oh listen to me? I must be sotted. But in all seriousness, do stay I'd be a poor sod to chase away company.[/color]" for once he actually smiled, it felt alien to him but he made an effort besides he didn't want to seem rude or anything.