<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Male/Elves%20Males/tumblr_m9uwmkE5eC1rnroato1_500_zpsc54a817f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sovelis<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Winterhold: Gates, Frozen Hearth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Briza, Valen, Varinka.<br/>Sovelis sat down at the table, his eyes wandering over the gathered Nords, some did look at him with distaste, if not disgust, and to those he flashed his teeth against his dark skin, not quite a grin, but more a bearing of teeth. He settled in his chair losing the expression as more nords filed in from the cold, and his eyes settled on the barely clad woman, wet from the cold snow outside, and barely showing it.<em>It's almost as if these Nords mock me.</em>The thought wasn't bitter as it had been before, no this time he was amused by the young woman as his eyes ran over her glistening skin.<br/><br/>Once she was at the bar getting started on getting drunk, his eyes left from her form to settle back on Briza as she seemed to be getting up to leave. He raised an white brow at that, tilting his head in curiosity. As the Bosmer he hadn't bothered to notice until now took her arm in escort, both his brows raised, and he smiled a genuinely amused smile.<em>She recognized me? So, now is she fleeing me, or just ready to leave the smell of humans in a small space?</em>He questioned himself, and new only one way to find out. Such knowledge could be useful, and it would tell him much about the Mer.<br/><br/>Sovelis rose from his seat with all the predatory grace of his training, and walked halfway towards the Mer couple leaving the Tavern.<strong>"Lady Indoril, I hope to see you soon. With the permission of you College, we should be able to speak tomorrow on matters you found quite interesting in our mutual homeland."</strong>His voice carrying the High Courts of Morrowind, despite having been born a commoner, and he gave a slight bow to the Dunmer, before backing from er way to allow her passage.<br/><br/>This made quite the scene, but he didn't care over much, it would be worth it to see what she'd do, how she'd react. If she feared him, as many did, would she attack him? It was something he wondered, and he'd made sure to give no reason, his hand wasn't even on the sword at his hip where he'd usually rest it.