<strong><em>He allowed the faintest of smiles across his lips. He understood what she was now. When she had referenced the coins it suddenly clicked. "An Ondine huh...interesting..." He thought to himself. Though it was odd to see her in a pub and away from her river. Ah well. Such was life. He'd figure that out soon enough. The smile faded from his lips and he gave a small nod at her observation of his lifestyle.</em></strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"Such is the way I prefer it. When things are simple as possible, it leaves more to chance and uncertainty. I don't plan or like staying in one spot, so it suits me."</span></span><br/><br/><strong><em>Draven shrugged at her question and lifted the glass to his lips, letting the cool liquid set a fire to his stomach.</em></strong>[/i]<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"Just like this. T'is quite refreshing."</span></span><strong><em>He set the glass down again and leaned forward, looking straight into her eyes. His face became more serious as he had to find out for himself just why she was away from her river</em></strong>[/i]<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"But what, if I may ask little spirit, are you doing away from your river? I've never heard of your kind ever leaving their rivers and I find it a little disconcerting."</span></span>