Mesaraih looked askance at the woman as she ruffled his hair and asked about his injury. He raised an eyebrow and frowned at Ester while she had her back turned and poured them tea, then smiled as she turned around to hand him a cup. He put it to his lips and pretended to take a small sip, only wetting his lips. He made a face like he scalded his tongue a bit and put down on the table next to him.<br/><br/>"So are there to be no introductions?" Mesaraih finally asked, looking at the woman. She was rather attractive, and smelled really good. He wanted to get to know her, or rather, find out more about her. To make absolutely certain that she wasn't dangerous, of course.<br/><br/>"I'm Mesaraih," he said. "From Nevarra. I'm a little curious as to what you're doing here. How'd someone like you end up living in the deep roads?" he asked, looking around at the small house. It was meticulously clean and well-organized. "Can't imagine you carried all your belongings in a wagon and lugged it all insdie some cave. I mean, maybe you did, but if that's the case, I think I'd like to hear the story behind it. May I sit?" he asked, pointing to one of the chairs that stood by the table.<br/><br/>He pretended to take another sip of the tea.