[color=salmon][center][h2]Quinton[/h2][/center][/color]

Quinton glances at the newcomer who recently came in and lets out a small sigh. He hurries over and tries to usher her over to a table to calm the lady down. Quickly glancing at the door that he closed as he tried to comfort her, he gave an apologetic bow to Brunhilde who he was attending to earlier. 

[color=salmon]"I'll be right back with you ma'am...I first have to deal with the missus here. Good evening ma'am, are you alright? I really believe that no one is coming nor would dare attack this cafe. The cafe is well suited for protection and none will do life-threatening harm inside while I am around here. The name is Quinton, the butler of this establishment. Before I pry for your name, may I suggest any calming brews of the sort to relax your nerves? Coffee? Tea perhaps? Then you can explain to me who or what is coming after you after easing your body."[/color]

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