damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
The man's enthusiasm was tiring, yet she'd met worse, she was sure. Rather than excusing herself, she remained in her seat, absently indicating toward the banquet tables with a hand. "The food, for one." There appeared a smile. "But in truth, I'm part of the Bards' Guild. I'm more likely to run toward music and dance than away from it."
Depending on her mood, of course.
"And yourself?"