<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/BUwbulr.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jazaele Omani  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337106.msg16015321#msg16015321)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>"Aurora Kodiak" Ensemble<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Club Second Floor; Bar Area<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tanahome<strong>Mentioning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Jazaele was perfectly fine with having been given the opportunity to relax, all the while observing everything going on within the areas pertaining to front-of-house. Usually working alongside those who needed her behind the scenes simply to lug around and shove things this way and that, there was a comfort in the way of being able to sit in silence. Albeit, on an accord that set her down near a new patron of the arts of TTRPG. One that seemed to more than comfortable offering an arm in personable manner. Jaz looked over and out toward Tanahome once his words registered, and she offered a nod in return.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh? Is starting now? Didin't know..."</strong>She admitted, and adjusted her costume as she stood from the chair properly.<strong>"we go, and stay ready."</strong>She finished, and placed her hand within the crux of his elbow. If anything to assure her in-character persona of at least showing some manner of formality, it was better to humor the new ways of interaction rather than approach with her own sense of suspicion. It was her job to be open, surely, even when there was a limit to what she understood at face-value.