The appearance of the another Tiefling surprised Enoch, so much so that he had to force himself to quit staring as she approached.  He had seen others from time to time, though never two or more together and always at a distance.  His kind was so rare that at times he felt unique; another one, in the same tavern, reminded him that he was far from it.  He tried not to be too obvious about studying her, the way she moved, how she carried herself.  He felt an immediate attraction to her...<br/><br/><em>Of course, that could just be from seeing a female of my own kind for the first time</em>, he thought.<br/><br/>He nodded at her as she reached the bar, his lips forming a half-smile.  Her words had an odd precision to them, each perfectly enunciated and having an accent he wasn't familiar with. "<strong>These folk aren't so bad as some, once they get used to you.  Name's Enochiel, though my friends... well, my acquaintances call me Enoch or just 'Noch; take your pick.  You are-</strong>"<br/><br/>At that moment a young woman interrupted, and Enoch found himself surprised at the, rudeness would be too strong, say uncouth phrasing of her words.  He was used to such things, of course, but every now and then it still rankled him, especially when it came from a complete stranger.  He gave her a flat stare, the kind that implied he'd be ignoring her from that moment on, and turned his attention back to the other Tielfing.<br/><br/>"<strong>Ahem, so, you would be?  And if you don't mind, where do you hail from?  I've never heard an accent like your's.</strong>"