"Sir.  I must be in need of a drink, if my voice does not give that away."<br/><br/>As Yume moved forward and rounded a corner, she saw a man sitting at a table reading a book.  As well as running his other hand over the pages of a second book.  His clothes were clearly covering some sort of armor, and a golden daiklave was at his side.  On his forehead burned a golden caste mark, lit by essence of some charm.<br/><br/>"May I help you?"