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Well, she seemed like fun.

Azariah gladly accepted the mead that was pushed towards him. He filled a shot glass with it. Looking at the label, he wondered… Wasn’t mead a Nordic thing, not a Greek thing? Well, with this many people congregating her, supposedly from all over the world, it was no doubt inevitable. It tasted great.

[color=0d0e20]”That is wonderful. Thank you [i]very[/i] much,”[/color] He said, wearing a grin that was much too sly to fit this situation, matched with eyes that were much too dark. He had something uncanny about him, the way he seemed to be right at home around so many interesting people. All people he never met.

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[color=00FFFF]“I’m Lily, what’s your name?”[/color] [/quote]

[color=0d0e20]”Azariah,”[/color] He answered, sliding the mead back in her direction. [color=0d0e20]”I’ve only been here a short while. Probably as long as you. I’ve met only two of these people, tonight. But they’re amusing.”[/color]

And, speak of the Devil, there was one of them.

Chariselle showed up again, immediately clocking him. That didn’t surprise him much. He could look like almost anything, and he definitely looked like a [i]lot[/i] of things earlier. A bit of mischief here and there never hurt anyone.

[color=0d0e20]”Drinks of all kind, so it seems,”[/color] he mused.