Hyseleia
[@Raineh Daze]
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It was rare that Hyselia would take an interest in a newcomer. Well, perhaps not rare. Having a bit of a laugh at there expense by ever so slightly scaring them was always a fun time. After all, who wouldn't be ever so mildly put off by a rather largely sized Lamia scarfing down what she claims is human meat. It ended up either two ways. The funniest were those who mustered up the courage to actually confront her about it. They, often, ended up being her...partner for the next few hours while they got a stern lesson about assuming things and how to not be rude.

No, what made this newcomer so fascinating was their stature, their definitely somewhat shy seeming nature and the fact she was honestly just bored.

[b]"Not every day we get a Dark Elf in the guild."[/b] She asked as she'd approach Quille by the bar, the size of her tail causing her to take up several spaces of seats much to a few peoples displeasure. [b]"And of a Steel rank, too. How ever so mysterious."[/b] Her tone wasn't unfriendly, though it certainly was accusatory. Likely of Quille being much more than she seemed and perhaps here for some reason other than what was stated. [b]"Is what I would say, but you almost look more like a butterfly caught in a spiders web then a fanged serpent."[/b]

Hyseliea would wait a few moments for an earnest reply, motioning for the bartender to fetch her something to snack on. Something meaty, of course. She had expected a reply at least.

[b]"I know I forget sometimes but I was told in a polite society people listen when they're spoken too,"[/b] Quille, may slowly start to feel the tip of the Lamia's tail slowly curling around her ankle. [b]"I suppose I should introduce myself first, though. Hyseliea Erenhart. Mage. Iron rank."[/b]