<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Wtguest.jpg)</div><strong>Character name:</strong>Beneth Farsheron<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Refugee<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Nasha al'Maena<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, Saven 5th, 990NE<br/><strong>Place:</strong>Library<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>Nasha's answer was blunt yet relieving, so Beneth nodded his head when she assured him that she had no intention of treating him as anything less than human. He stood up as she told him to leave the books behind for an Accepted to deal with, and heard his stomach growling loudly as she brought up the subject of food. Having spent nearly all of his time in the wild since fleeing Amadica, he had only been able to eat what he had been able to hunt. And while he was a capable marksmen, he hadn't always been lucky enough to have enough to eat. So getting some real food in his belly sounded like a very good idea at the moment. "As long as I get to eat at the table, and not out of a bowl." he said as a way of affirmation as he waited for her to finish with her books so they could go.<br/><br/>She smiled at him for the first time then; it was a only small upturning of her lips, but it was enough to give her a more affable air compared to the brisk manner she had displayed so far. To most it might not have meant that much, but with Beneth's powerful nose he was able to smell the slight change to her demeanor as well. It made the gesture seem more genuine, and he managed a small grin as well. "L-Lead the way. I have no idea where anything is in this place. I don't even know how I managed to get here without an 'Accepted' holding my hand. What exactly is an Accepted, anyway?"