<div class="floatleft">(http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp289/guardianangel98/Andrea.jpg)</div>"There you all are!" he called out as he approached the group. He didn't look any different from when he had left except for an even more beautiful smile on his face as well as his clothes being a little more dirty, as if he had walked another ten miles once they had stopped in the small town. He approached the group and set down a clay jug on the table, wiping away a few beads of sweat on his forehead as he spoke. "I went off to do all the work and when I came back you had seemed to disappear. It left me feeling as though I wasn't wanted around here." he said in a teasing tone.<br/><br/>He took a seat and then pointed to the jug "Spirits. A little thank you from a nice old man who had their plow stuck after I helped him. If you would like help yourselves, I dont particularly care for the taste or the burn but I couldn't refuse the gift either." He reached forward, taking a few slices of cheese and popped one into his mouth before he noticed the newcomer. He took his time looking over the man, studying him as if he were some artwork or puzzle and noted the shape of his eyes, jawline, and most obvious his ears. After a moment he took a drink of mead and pointed at the man (Cepheus) "I don't believe we have met, I am Andrea Melavag. Master of all things arcane, scholar, and diplomat. Might I ask who you are, and why you've joined our table?" During his introduction he almost makes a sweeping bow as if he's trying to draw attention to himself