For a good moment, Naolin seemed to just ignore what the woman in front of him was saying. Rather, he was staring beyond her, gazing at the spirits that sat by this lady, waving at him. Smiling, he waved back, resting his chin against his new companionâ??s shoulder. The necromancer had a habit of becoming too friendly in the first five minutes, so it wasnâ??t something new to him or those that knew him. Just a bit to the side, the barmaid shook her head, before leaving Ranis with the drink to tend to others.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8080ff">â??Do you watch over her?â?</span>he asked, as if Ranis wasnâ??t right there, asking for his name. The spirits werenâ??t giggling masses of girls, but they were formless. He just had an eye for previous genders, that was all. One of them answered him, telling him that they watched over their Queen.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8080ff">â??Isnâ??t she dead?â?</span>Naolin muttered, his drunken eyes roaming over them, noting that they were former dragons.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8080ff">â??Ohâ?¦ so sheâ??s <i>that</i> oneâ?¦â?</span>he then pulled back and nodded, as if understanding.<br/><br/>Parting his lips, he was about to answer her, when a voice from the side muttered at him. Turning his head, he waved at the corner where there appeared only darkness from the lack of light. What appeared like a human within the shadows made a motion, before it was given the finger from the blonde.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8080ff">â??Sheâ??s just asking my nameâ?¦â?</span>blue eyes rolled, before he turned his gaze back and smiled at her with strangely white teeth for a drinker. In fact, it was odd that he could be so drunk and have his words un-slurred.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8080ff">â??My name is Naolin, your Highness. What brings you to this little establishment?â?</span>