Aenthas smiled as he saw Anara looking his way. He nodded at Nahren and rose up. He made his way to her table, placing himself onto a chair on the other side of the table. He smiled warmly at Anara, holding his hand out in greeting manner. Nahren peered at Aenthas, his earlier theory was already forgotten by himself. He shook his head, closing his eyes and leaned back, relaxing himself.<br/><br/><b>"I am sorry about my small joke. I did consider using fire, but that might would have caused abit too much trouble, I am Aenthas"</b><b>he spoke with a very soft tone. His voice wasn't very loud, he speaks calmly by nature, apparantly. His voice ain't too deep either, neither too light, it was a very nice balance in between.</b><br/><br/>When the sun from the outside shined onto his hair, it almost glew. It wasn't totally blond, it had a very golden colour about it. It looks cleans and well groomed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>