<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/02/MelanSongsteel.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melan Songsteel<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Paladin<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, dusk<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kirien, Pansy, Enastril, Yesqwyn, Brennisen, Eferhild, Tavvia, Teria<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>None<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Thank you for the welcome, pleased to meet you." Melan said, her grip firm and steady although she only returned the bow to Enastril with a slight incline of her head. It didn't seem Pansy was interested in formal gestures to her or even breaking for a greeting shake of the hand although it was understandable with the skewer of the fork and the jaunty salute; The smile certainly was more than enough to keep any offense from even slipping into the minds of anyone but the most stone-hearted.<br/><br/>"A pleasure Lady Pansy. It is quite the night and true. I couldn't imagine a better way to spend an evening. What food would you recommend for a hungry traveler fresh off the road needing to cleanse the taste of rations out of her mouth?" Indeed it was hard to pull her eyes away from the disappearing meat and she could practically feel her belly rumbling at the sight of the peppered meat. Properly prepared jerky and other dried foods were certainly fine for travel and even tasty prepared well but nothing could match a fresh warm meal.<br/><br/>The greeting from Kirien was... decidedly lukewarm at best and she could practically feel Brennisen's silent gaze and apparent disinterest in her own greeting.<em>Not the friendliest group all around but not unwelcoming. Silverlark, Kirien rather, seems to prefer everything cool and professional outside of her social circle from the looks of it. Teria is either asleep somehow or not interested in socializing as well. Maybe picking up on her Mistress' mood? I'll have to make a note of that to avoid making her uncomfortable. I'm not sure why her friend seems so quiet though. I must have interrupted something. It is rather awkward to have strangers invading what could be a private gathering after all.</em>"If you'll permit, allow me to pay for a round for the table. It's the least I can do."<br/><br/>As things settled down and Kirien started her tale, her own bit of metal weight heavily in her pouch; Her good luck charm from the mines. The bit of metal the elven spellcaster had lain on the table even had the same red marking on it. "I'm unsure if they would be a castoff, Lady Silverlark, seeing as I have one here that I acquired in a rather unlikely place." Melan spoke up, pulling the odd hunk out and holding it out in one hand for view. Her own piece even had the same 'V' inverted on the surface. "I acquired mine as a child from a vein of ore. If it was placed there it would have taken time, effort, and been quite deliberate. It's quite resilient though. No pick, hammer, or hoof I've seen can even make a mark on the surface. If you were to keep it hidden why bring it up now and here of all places?"<br/><br/>