Cher
"Oh, uhm..." *M'ra wasn't quite used to having her tab paid for by someone else. Usually, she'd be refusing, but now she just looked down with a slight sense of embarrassment.* "Thank you, I appreciate it." *Shaking her head, she decided to accept the treat and turned, hopping off her seat and lifting her chin up to look up to the lady.*

"To be honest, I'm happier answering questions than askin' them. 'S a lot easier to answer and a lot more fun than worryin' bout pokin' too deep." *The dwarf followed along with Sybil, taking a light jog to catch up with her after she had began walking out of the tavern. The clinking of metal in the hefty bag she had with her slowed her down a little, but she was able to catch up regardless.* "Ya don't have t' mind about ya questions. I'm a story teller, ain't nothin' you can't ask me!"
Daniel
*Sybil turned her head halfway to M'ra, looking at the dwarf out of the corner of her eye, and gave a small smile.* "Please, don't mention it- it would be rude of me not to." *She looked down to the dwarf, and her heart skipped a beat as she saw M'ra looking right back up at her, chin tilted as though she was trying to gauge the height of a tree. Sybil realized quickly just how short she was- but it was adorable nonetheless.*

*The dragoness sighed a breath of relief upon hearing M'ra's preference to answer instead of ask. She was always cautious about sharing her past, but she wanted to be extra careful what she said around M'ra- Sybil would never forgive herself if she scared this woman off.* "Hm. Ok, then, M'ra... Where are you from?"
Cher
*Hm, a great question to start off with! Then again, M'ra would have to control herself so she didn't go off on a huge tangent. Already her face had a look on it as though she wanted to burst out with gossip. Fiddling with her fingers behind her back, she gave her answer.* "I'm from Prasia, the Caverns. Natural born dwarf to the core!" 

*What with how pale she was, and with how thin her figure seemed to be, she didn't look particularly dwarven, though her endurance with the alcohol earlier certainly was evidence that she had that typical dwarven blood.* "I was born and raised there. My ma taught me t' read an' write, taught me manners, how t' be a lady in case I meet with high-born folk, and my pa taught me how t' forge, fight an' drink!" *The woman giggled a little at the thought of her father, crumbling apart in old age, throwing drinks about with a bellowing laugh just as she often did when she got drunk.* "What about you, Sybil? Where're you from?"
Daniel
*Sybil looked on in amusement as M'ra's face lit up, knowing she had asked a good question.* "Oh, no kidding! I could've guessed." *Not too far from where Sybil was born and "Raised..." Presumably.*

"If ya don't mind me saying, though, you don't look the mining type. You said you were a storyteller, right?" *Sybil chuckled as M'ra regaled her with her family history.* "Those are the real skills, there."

*As soon as she was hit with the question, Sybil's entire attitude seemed to change. Her eyes averted, she drew in her arms slightly, her tail wrapped itself around her leg. She looked at the dirt below in silence before speaking, never once looking up at M'ra as she did.* "It's... Not something I talk about lightly... Maybe I'll tell you another time."
Cher
*M'ralind's hands shifted about from being held behind her back to in front of her as the two walked, her boots thudding softly against the dirt. She had a smile as she was complimented on her "Skills", round face brightening up.

That bright smile went away quickly as she saw Sybil's reaction to her question, that sad look on her face making the dwarf stop in her tracks. It made her heart drop as she felt her voice become quieter.* "I'm sorry, I shouldn't 'ave asked." *M'ralind looked down at the floor like Sybil had done. She wanted to reach out. So she did, her hand reaching as far up as she could to pat her back. She didn't know how it would be taken, but she remembered just as well how lonely it felt to just be left in the quiet at moments like this.* 

"I'll be happy to listen then. But for now, there ain't no need t' wallow in sad stories, right?"