Hyseleia
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"Ah, so the presumptive mute can speak and has a name!" Hyseliea responded with a mildly irritated sounding huff. The Lamia tightened her grip on Quille's ankle just slightly, the tail having now coiled up to her knee. It was harmless, probably, but it would probably be somewhat difficult for most folk to get out now. "Guess I wont get away with simply calling you rude now, hm?"

Hyseliea would settle slightly, leaning slightly on the bar, resting head in the palm of her hand. It was difficult speaking to someone who wasn't invested or overtly interested in the conversation. She could ask questions, but what was there to ask? She wasn't divulging and she had no reason or desire to press any questions.

"Since my tail is carrying this conversation entirely by itself, I suppose I'll continue talking about me. Lets have a fun little Lamia fact. We're entirely carnivorous and get cold, very very, easily."

Quille would find herself suddenly being rather roughly pulled towards the Lamia if she didn't manage to slip out of the grip of her tail.