Adrian could not help but grin at the young man's strangely cheerful introduction. "I am not here to take your soul," he assured him, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. This man could not have been any older than twenty and one years, and he appeared to be human. It had been awhile since Adrian was approached willfully by a human being, as there weren't many in North Vaces, and the humans that were near did not dare to speak to him. There were many different reasons he had thought up that could explain such a thing, but he could never know the true reason. "I am Adrian Raven, personal advisor to the king of North Vaces," he spoke, removing his hand from the younger man's shoulder and crossing his arms. Adrian did not feel the need to mention his father, as his father was no longer a part of his life. "Though it may not be a pleasure to meet under these conditions," his sharp eyes glanced back at the treacherous forest, "I do say that it [i]is[/i] a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Llywelyn of Oaktower." That having been said, Adrian bowed to him, though doing such would not be necessary in his own kingdom, considering Llywelyn his junior. Still, he did not know of Oaktower's customs and it would be best to treat others with respect at a time like this.

As he rose from the bow, he noticed the door to the inn open and a woman come out. She came as if expecting them, introducing herself as Rosalinda and mentioning a fellow named Lazarus, an innkeeper. So Adrian was right, this was a haven, but why there would be one here still puzzled him. Why would Lazarus--if Adrian had heard the name correctly--choose to hold an inn in such an unwelcoming area? He had to be either fool or genius. Or, Adrian considered, this could all be a trap. What puzzled him even more was this girl. Her face was familiar, and her name, awfully familiar. Her image tugged at the back of his mind, yet he could not bring the memory forth. He had seen her somewhere--no, he [i]knew[/i] her, but who could she be? "Rosalinda," his lips mumbled, as his eyebrows drew together thoughtfully. 

He watched the woman run about the inn with a strong gaze, not really listening to what she was saying, yet unable to remove his eyes from her. Who was she? Why did she seem so familiar? At this rate he'd earn himself a headache, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her. To distract himself, Adrian place his hand on to Llywelyn's shoulder once more, unknowingly gripping a bit tighter than what would be acceptable. He watched as she tended to the maiden that had called out earlier, whom seemed to be struggling with her ailment, and he grimaced at the thought of having to travel through the forest without his sight. He watched her leave and come back, and was caught off guard when she approached him. "I hope the clothes are to your liking sir!" she'd said, looking up at him with bright eyes and an innocent smile. 

It struck him like a kick to the chest and he could've sworn he heard the sound of a flute as the realization came over him. He recognized her now, though she did not seem to recognize him, and as she left once more, an almost wicked grin crossed his face. [i]Rosalinda Montoya, we meet here? What a pleasant coincidence.[/i] That smile hadn't changed, even after all of those years. He knew he must speak to her, but such a confrontation would have to wait until later. He'd have to become acquainted with the others beforehand.

"Llywelyn of Oaktower," Adrian called to the human. "While we wait for dinner, I beg of you conversation." As he turned to him, he realized the student's shoulder was still under his grasp, and he released him. "How does one such as yourself end up in such a place? Do tell, or I will be forever curious."