<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/pWAKgQL.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vasha Hadun<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kayla<br/><hr/><br/>As the girl took her seat Vasha would gracefully waltz to his own chair, his movements incredibly fluid, a sway his gait that seemed trained to show off his wide hips and plump backside. He gave a nod as she accepted the wine, leaning forward and propping his chin up on laced fingers as she explained what had happened. Obviously he wasn't much of a talker, but he listened well, and sometimes that was enough to help ease people's burdens, if only a little.<br/><br/>He gave her a sympathetic smile. A rough day indeed. He had heard of the group who had been gathering to launch a campaign against the tentacle lair. And while he hadn't joined in himself, he had come out to the stands to watch and support in spirit. Of course that had fallen apart rather quickly, and the boy had withdrawn from the audience before seeing anything too shameful, not wanting to watch such an earnest effort be crushed.<br/><br/>When she introduced herself the boy reached forward to gently grasp her hands, giving a small bow of his head in greeting. His head perked up as he remembered he needed to introduce himself as well, and withdrew a hand to fish through his clothes, producing a tiny slip of paper. He slid it across the table to show her, the name written across it read "Vasha Hadun" in the local tongue, which he couldn't read nor write himself, having gotten one of the staff members at the barracks to write it for him.