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“But that doesn’t have to mean—”

“I came here with someone.”

The woman’s smile was tight enough that Damissan immediately recognized the dismissal, flushed with embarassed frustration that he’d pushed it to the point (apparently) of his company resorting a lie to deter him, and promptly apologized. After slipping away from her and making some effort to actually look like he had better places to be, his eyes landed on a peculiar bar patron. Initially, he’d entered the tavern in hopes of rounding up some form of an audience. It wasn’t the best plan on its face, but where better to practice speeches than to the faces of drunks?

Well, perhaps there were a number of better places.

But that didn’t stop him from trying.

Of course — or not of course, but unfortunately — at some point things had moved off-topic, and he’d been distracted from his initial purpose. Now that he was here, though, and suddenly out of any listening ears to speak to at all, his attention was free to wander—and in wandering, pause on the woman across from him. She looked like a Tale resident. Strikingly pale amongst a predominantly Oban crowd with characteristically long ears, vivid green eyes, and pastel pink crystals so small they almost looked like pebbles.

As some of her drink traveled from her lip down her chin, his eyebrows rose, and he glanced, but she didn’t actually look to be in the company of anyone else. Small as she was, and clearly feeling the effects of something, it was actually a touch worrying. He took the three or so strides necessary to bring him within earshot before speaking up.

“You look a long ways from home.”