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Oh goodness,' the tome snapped shut with a crisp crack of the spine as it closed together, the magic user rubbed the side of his temple realizing his manners were the utmost worst '
How dreadfully tactless,of me.' Alwen sighed, pushing the thick book aside slightly and looking to the woman who joined him with an apologetic smile "
Excuse my manners m'lady, you aren't a bother at all. while that wasn't necessarily a lie, he thought it boorish to appear as though he were brushing her off though he had been perfectly happy to enjoy a glass of wine and his book in solitude.
Hold on, why was he apologizing? Alwen stared at his glass then the bottle of sherry, knitting his brow for a moment before he drank the last drop of the stuff in the glass held in hand "
Hm, either the drink has effected my judgement or I have gained a grain of decency, what a dreadful prospect." the necromancer shook his head, his hair falling slightly over his face.
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To be quite frank Anath, I was quite happy sitting by myself but I am quite sure I am half into the bottle. To put it bluntly I'm not exactly the social butterfly." shrugging, he put the bottle of sherry aside feeling as though he should not drink any more lest he decide to completely throw caution to the wind. "
But it would be rude to shoo you away like a common street cat, so stay and maybe we might find some common ground! Oh listen to me? I must be sotted. But in all seriousness, do stay I'd be a poor sod to chase away company." for once he actually smiled, it felt alien to him but he made an effort besides he didn't want to seem rude or anything.