The elf looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were stunning, a bright mixture of sky blue and green. They were like jewels compared to the muddy brown that was common in Rivain. There was a hint of suspicion  in them, but this was overshadowed by a kind of innocence he could quite place. In a couple of drawn out seconds, she was walking towards him though her movements were so fluid that she was like a ghost, coming over to haunt him. Her robe, dark green and billowing in the soft breeze of the sea, only added to this image. That of an enchanting spirit, about to bless him with its presence.<br/><br/>He was entranced with the natural elfin beauty. THis was odd for him though, he'd seen hordes of elves in Rivain. A good portion of them whores and dancers. Why is it that this one caught his attention?<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Green">It’s that obvious, is it? I thought I was handling it pretty well; sort of. I’m not here because of my awesome sailing, if that’s what you’re asking.</span>”<br/><br/>Her smile was soft, not toothy, inviting but slightly forced. She seemed nervous but perhaps her curiosity had overcome it for the time being. But what she said had made his own curiosity spike. No weapons, no armor, no amazing sailing talents. Maybe she was just another whore. How sad. Diego's face never faltered from the slight smile it held up as he looked up into hers. A tinge of disappointment flashed in his eyes for a brief moment before she cleared her throat and thrusted him into reality.<br/><br/>“<span style="color: Green">I’d imagine the crew expects me to wave my hands around for a bit and make anything that looks remotely dangerous disappear. Not that I can’t do that.</span>”<br/><br/>And with that, Diego's perceptions were thrown away as though by a gust of wind. With just a small bit of insight, it made sense. She was a mage. The modest robes, why the sailors hadn't pounced on her, why she was here. It was all because she was a mage. He mentally chastised himself for being so blind. He had lost some of his old edge. His eyebrows shot up with surprise and his smile grew by a slight twitch.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">So you're a mage then. How interesting. Your kind are a very rare breed in Dairsmund. But, if I may ask, how did the wind of fate bring you here in the first place?</span>", he said, curiosity evident in his excited eyes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>