[center][h3][color=808080][ A L W E N ][/color][/h3]
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If there were one thing that the young necromancer was not good at, it would have been social cues; like when a stranger would ask you to show who you are but be quite flustered by such talk without context. Alwen blinked, once then twice as he looked up at the woman sat across from him as though she said something thoroughly confusing to him "[color=808080]P-pardon?[/color]" he frowned and raised an eyebrow "[color=808080]Those are hardly words that a lady should ask a stranger, or..Oh were you simply asking to learn about me? Oh dear how dreadfully embarrassing.[/color]"

Alwen slapped a hand over his face and slid it til it rested on the table "[color=808080]There isn't much to know, I am a scholar of magic, of less honorable repute as you scryed. I do enjoy the peace afforded by civilized lands so one must move lest they get ousted for well...Scholarly pursuis.[/color]" he shrugged.