Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180116015936

(S9/Eo) Eothred extends his own hand and takes hers, and takes it as he would a lady's.  He doesn't, however, assume familiarity and kiss it. He also doesn't risk an Elven greeting, lest he botch it and mispronounce one of the delicate syllables and call her a horse instead of saying hello.

Instead he opts for the simple shake and seats himself, taking the saet to his right. This keeps his right side against the wall and allows him to watch his left, and this keep an eye on the open area. It also keeps him opposite of the Elf and her Succubus sister. He doesn't mean to, but his eyes rest warily on the Succubus for a beat too long before he settles in.

"I believe we were talking about where you came from, lass," he says, picking up right where they had left off. "I couldn't help but notice that you were dressed like Graywall Elves, and you proved me right. Did you not go south with the rest of your kin?"

He raises a hand and orders a flagon of ale from a passing waitress, and drinks for the girls.