<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uqGUNNX.png)</div>Bell was busy delicately munching on the delicious stew she had ordered, her sleeves rolled up, a strand of her jet black hair fallen over her eye. Though a female voice, accompanied by a familiar fey-inspired-accent had disrupted her. As soon as Bell laid eyes upon the dark-skinned druidess, she felt a familiarity.<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Greetings Ci'ona.</span>" Smiled the young warlock as she used the Sylvan tongue, the speech of they fey themselves. Ci'ona could tell Bell was young, obviously by that fare soft ivory white skin but those eyes, those eyes; they shot through you with that piercing almond hue just screaming that she was not naive in the slightest.<br/><br/>Bell brushed a lock of her dark hair out of her face, before introducing herself. "<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">You can call me Bell. And as it would seem, witchcraft is certainly not the only thing we have in common.</span>" She chuckled mischievously.<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">It's always fun to share a meal together.</span>" The fair-skinned witch fluently continued with the elven speech. She nodded at the empty chair beside her, offering Ci'ona to take a seat.<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">I assume you are just as happy we had finally reached solid ground hm? That month-long journey certainly left a toll on me..</span>" Sighed bell before she took another mouthful of the steaming stew.  Bell certainly appeared friendly but had that mysterious mien about her.