━━ 𝓥𝐘𝐎𝐋𝐀 𝓟𝐑𝐘𝐍𝐍𝐄

Thanks. –he takes seat at the table, arms crossed over the surface.– So... Can I just dig in or should I wait for you?

Welp, this might work for me. May I join this table?

"Why, it certainly does not look like I am in a position to judge you myself..." Chuckling, waving a tentacle. "I have seen stranger, anyway. ✨"

“—future. My skills are beyond mere swordplay, so you’re no doubt getting the better end of the deal. Interested, stranger?”

"My, it is not common courtesy to reciprocate generosity, Miss Vyola? ♪" She chimed, eyes following the fey's gaze, with a soft hum following as their eyes met. "You may ask about them, if you wish. ✨"

The Simic's hands stayed off the table while they spoke, instead moving to adjust the four tentacles sprouting from her back so they neatly draped by her sides. "Eina. There is more to my name, but Eina would suffice. And, pray tell, what shall I refer to you as? ♪"

“It’s less of a career and more of a calling. Runs in the family.” Another bite of bread as she studies the other in turn. “But what about you? Are you the adventurous type, yourself?”

Splendid! She shall set some of the cured venison on a separate plate, and only then taking a seat once she was done.

The high elf’s stomach grumbles in agreement. She sighs. “Then I suppose I’ll partake.” She sits down and reaches for a small piece of bread, having a bite despite her lingering reservations. “So, you’re not trying to trick me. But you must still want something, surely?”

How quaint... may she offer some cured meats to share? ✨

“My stomach says yes, but my brain cautions me against accepting food from a fey.”

And being told everything is okay.