<strong><em>Draven leaned back, retreating back into the cover of shadows. He didn't feel like having many distinguish his features. He watched her movements, eyes on the little bobble around her neck calculatingly. He then nodded and looked back up to her eyes</em></strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"Aye. T'is none of my business. Just something I've never heard. Its a curiosity to me."</span></span><strong><em>He nodded slowly again. </em> "I don't believe her at all in that..." <em> He thought to himself and watched her again. </em>  </strong><br/><br/><strong><em>Glancing over at the mage, he observed his features for a moment before nodding</em></strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"By the looks of him, thats a magick wielder of some sorts. Just drinking plane old water. Though now I can see why you like it so much." </span></span><strong><em>He observed the man a little longer then looked back to her, trying to unwrap the mystery she presented him</em></strong>