Caressing Midela's encircling arms to express her appreciation for the warmth about her neck they brought, Janaece bequeathed the elf with several more kisses, some passionate and slow, some playful and tickling. "I'd be fascinated to learn of your clan. Perhaps even...meet them sometime...visit your home. Our meeting, from such far places, presents a unique chance to learn of the wide, wide, world - or should I say, worlds."<br/><br/>"Since the end of teenagerhood I've been an adventurer on the move; my allies acting as family, really. I've not a clan, really. Just a smallish, relatively close-knight island nation that I called home, Lantan, where humans and gnomes and a few elves dwell in more productive and enterprising harmony than some parts of Faerun. The humans are mostly only a few generations native to Lantan, and I'm not particularly aware of old families or clans on the mainland to which I might trace my heritage."<br/><br/>"Come to think of it, the gnomes of Lantan are one of the only places I've seen-" she gestured to Mideala's flintlock, "-uh,<em>gunnes</em>? Few in Faerun know the techniques of their marking or wielding. I for my part am an archer."<br/><br/>She kissed Mideala, and swayed her arms upon the elf's hips, in a faint slow dance. "Mmm, gold, yet you yourself are even tastier still. I really should like to see your home and sibling's ship eventually." She cast her eyes about the ballroom. "And what<em>is</em>this place?....I heard some, as I moved through the crowd, I heard strange tales and rumors that the snowy wilds outside used to be a paradise, or that the mansion is seeking a master, as if it were<em>sentient</em>, and many of these masqueraders seem to be trying to pull the proverbial sword from the stone and rule it. Yet<em>how</em>?"