*Watchin her return to the table and seemingly compose herself, he was a little surprised when she offered her name. He set his drink down and grabbed her hand as a knight might a noble lady's.* "<em>Echanted to meet you, Lady Ellen.</em>" *Still holding onto her hand he added.* "<em>This servant of yours goes by the name Daric, Daric "Ice" Storms.</em>" *He released her hand and smiled warmly again. The drink seemingly appearing at his lips as he sipped. Well... at least I'm forgiven for the moment. I would have expected her to yell at me for being so casual. He eyed his drink. Or maybe it could have been that holding a drink was his best idea ever. You know, people expect drunkenness to have a bit of stupidity. Oh well, tonight would have to be whatever fate decided of it. He swirled the drink slowly as he watched her reaction. Those are always the best.*