<span style="font-style: italic">''I apologize if I’m speaking out of turn, Sir but I’m certain I recognize you."</span>Adina said.<br/><br/>The man let out a chuckle and looked away for an instant.<span style="font-style: italic">"Oh, I'm sure you do"</span>He responded, shifting his focus back on the woman.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"...there’s something familiar in your countenance that convinces me we may not be entirely strange to one another.”</span>Adina frowned, unsure whether to be honest or to continue talking in riddles.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You have probably witnessed my work, and that is how you have recognized me today."</span>He responded.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">''Can I be blunt with you Sir?''</span>She asked and then continued without waiting for his reply.<span style="font-style: italic">''I think I may have dreamt of you.''</span>She bit her bottom lip, nervously waiting for his response.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>''Have you been to previous conferences before, Miss? That is another place where you could have seen me, unless you speak of the times, when you were peeking out the window, delightfully enjoying your morning meal as I dragged the Jewish plague away from our streets."</span>Erlind said with a touch of amusement and sarcasm in his voice.<span style="font-style: italic">"Also, we tend to recognize those we feel things in common with, in our case you and me. Our goal, is the absolute elimination of this race which is a threat to the fatherland, our dear Germany. This is something we share in common, to become the law abiding citizens that we are supposed to be."</span>He concluded, a spark of mischief in his eyes. He watched Adina's face, looking for any sign of bitterness in her eyes. He somehow had the feeling that she wasn't one to be taken for granted. Her form was appealing to the eyes, and he appreciated her boldness as she stood with a courageous posture. He took note of her quivering lips when she bit on the bottom one, nervously. There was something strange about her, he just did not know what it was. Why would anybody come disguised only to seek him out and tell him that they've had a dream.<br/><br/>A dream...<br/><br/>After a long pause, Erlind cleared his throat.<span style="font-style: italic">"And what was your dream about? I am suddenly, curious"</span>He asked, on a more serious note. Just as he did, he felt the presence of Isolde in the Hall. He looked away, and a bright smile softened his features.<span style="font-style: italic">"Now,  cousin. That is what I call a woman of our time. You look bewitching."</span>He confessed as the Witch moved closer.