<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Elora</span></span></div><br/><br/>Elora smiled softly to herself when he told her to call him by solely his first name. "Dherune it is," she said cheerfully, adding on, "and you may call Elora." She was surprised to find that she felt pleased he would not be leaving immediately after taking some comforts within the castle, slightly embarrassed that she may have come across urging him on.<br/><br/>"Gridania," she repeated to herself out loud in a questioning manner. "I have not heard of such a place, but then again I had never seen an elf until today."  Elora led him onward through the castle doors and to the eating halls as she continued the conversation. "If you don't mind me asking, what sort of responsibilities do you have in...Gridania," she did her best to annunciate his home city correctly. As they sat at a table a few servant girls immediately came over and laid down two flagons of wine and water, followed by a tray of meats, cheeses, and fruits. She smiled up at them and thanked them graciously as they curtsied and took their leave. Elora took the glass of wine that was poured for her and took a sip, setting it down gingerly as she leaned forward slightly, clearly enthralled in every word Dherune had to say. She took the opportunity while sitting across from him to look him over in as an inconspicuous way as possible. Elora had never been around elves before, and whether all of them were as handsome as he was she didn't know, but his look was exotic, elegant, beautiful even, much like his native tongue she heard him speak earlier. She found her thoughts wondering, mechanically taking another sip of her wine.