She didn’t want to admit it, but she was growing just as curious about him as he was of her. What did he have for dinner, a harmless herbivore? A more challenging carnivore? A fully conscious human being? Or another beast that didn’t immediately cross her mind? Each answer seemed just as plausible as the others. She knew firsthand how diverse diets could be.<br/><br/>“<b>It’s a pleasure to meet you, <i>Erebus</i>,</b>” she told him, his name rolling off her tongue like chocolate. Her eyes flickered to the left, catching the stare of a gentleman engaged in a conversation with the dame that had brought them their mead minutes ago.<br/><br/>After flashing him a grin to acknowledge his gaze, her hazel eyes locked back on the man that asked her a question she couldn’t help but have fun with. “<b>Many. But would you be able to tell if they were truly foul?</b>” Her eyes twinkled mischievously, knowing full well that he wouldn’t trust a single name she gave him with how she had answered his question with her own more concerning one. It would be a shame if someone committed unnecessary murder, for the person with the red hand, of course.<br/><br/>“<b>It sounds like this town has its own monsters,</b>” she commented, nodding her head at the commotion the men were making at the bar. This establishment was full of interesting characters and the way commotion rose and eased, from confrontation to light lute melodies, amused her.