She catches the drink with a free hand, the movement quick without moving her eyes from Chel. The knowledge that an elf taught this individual how to play the lute -- and, vaguely, Aeryn pieces together that this person must be a bard, like Naim, except he is most assuredly not Naim, and therefore not worth her time -- is meaningless to her, though it does make sense, in a place like Silverymoon.
Nothing like Myth Drannor.
"I have companions, yes." Where they were now infuriates her. She knew she should have gone on that stupid mission. This was all Zed's fault. "None of them are lute-playing elves."
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Date: 2018-04-18 07:11 pm (UTC)Nothing like Myth Drannor.
"I have companions, yes." Where they were now infuriates her. She knew she should have gone on that stupid mission. This was all Zed's fault. "None of them are lute-playing elves."