[ Iruvian... well, she thinks about it out of habit, but no, she doesn't know that name, and how could she? even if his reaction to her ... everything ... is closer to that of the average mistrusting human, she doesn't think he's from Toril. no, there's uncertainty in his gaze as much as there is discomfort. ]
I have more than enough silks of my own.
[ with another flick of her wrist, she snaps the handkerchief, and the stains melt away. like they never were. ]
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I have more than enough silks of my own.
[ with another flick of her wrist, she snaps the handkerchief, and the stains melt away. like they never were. ]