"Good Taven Keep Bran" she extended her hand proudly in a way she was told was rustic and respected in villagers. They were not respectful of flowery hand guestures she was used to that cities elevated so highly.<br/><br/>Still the gesture showed her jeweled dagger sitting proudly on her hip, there was no mistaking where she was from, and did dress to suit her origins<br/><br/>"Will I get the shawl tomorrow, in a week, a month ? I don't know it depends on who has the time to consider it and who I have annoyed without knowing so, awkwardly the Aes Sedia are always busy with their own plotting, which makes sense and I probably would also once I get it, still once I get it, and gosh I hope its soon. Then I can be truly useful to those like you, I may be aloof when I get it, proud or worse but that doesn't mean I forget values that are within me, or views I have, they will I am sure just get more focused."<br/><br/>She then took the apple and smiled<br/><br/>"Oh Mr  al'Vere, I know tavern keepers are seen as more than just those that give people wine, or a source of gossip, but to me they are a major bloodflow of culture and a king of what makes things change, first place people go to when they arrive, the first place they sit back and decide what to do, first place they think of when in despair, first place they think of when they want to celebrate. Merchants, tradesman. They are more life than artists."<br/><br/>She then walked closer, it was her orgin's habit of semi-seductive motions when talking, it was subconscious, but the tavern keep was not ignorant nor delusion he knew of such and knew it was real more a sign of her culture than anything else.<br/><br/>"Before Moraine gives me orders I must accept, being "an accepted"" she said the last words regretfully "for this to happen, to be in your own interest to give me such tell me what you wish of me"<br/><br/>She ended with a polite but serious nod.<br/>