<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/02/cc/7d/02cc7dd8e0d76469ac60fd12421d4095.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>N’ebthe:</strong><br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Nefasi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Zidir's establishment<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Ittrou (Day of the River), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Zidir, Ilhan<br/><hr/><br/>The Nefasi lifted from her seat shortly after Ilhan's arrival, her lips just as quickly tugging back into a modest smile.<i>"Welcome."</i>She greeted in return and poured him a brass cup of her special brew as well.<br/><br/><i>"Tea?"</i>The shamaness offered upon her approach, holding said offering up for him to take if he should desire.<i>"A brew of my own concoction meant to relax the mind, body <b>and</b> soul."</i>She informed him with a subtly enthusiastic nod. She wasn't quite sure why but she'd been looking forward to sharing more of herself with him, especially any other skills she hadn't been able to present him with previously. She could see the stress wafting from her wouldbe buyer/mentor in waves and it was becoming quite clear to her that the man wasn't entirely comfortable with this whole arrangement. How could she help ease his mind? She found herself pondering this as she glanced towards Zidir, knowing the man was likely thinking the same thing. However, his ambitions likely differed entirely from her own.<br/><br/>