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Her compliment makes me smile. Hoa is beautiful, white and yellow and shiny. He’s got an elegance to him that most people don’t see - can’t see, really. Maybe it’s the snake thing? I don’t know.
“He’s often the best lookin thing here at the end of the night” I joke, leaning forward to engage with the strange woman. So. She’s a Grounder. Not surprised. I actually might have suspected Halovian, cause anyone that white would be at an advantage by blending in with the snow and all. But maybe the world doesn't work that way. "Welcome, then."
With a proud smile I nod. "Yep. Name's Raza and if ya can read, this is the Hanged Man." I dont mean it as an insult, there are plenty of sailors who know it only by the picture of a noose. "Best bar in Torchline, accordin' to most everyone 'cept the other bartenders." A brief pause as I look at her expectantly. "Can I getcha somethin'?"
“He’s often the best lookin thing here at the end of the night” I joke, leaning forward to engage with the strange woman. So. She’s a Grounder. Not surprised. I actually might have suspected Halovian, cause anyone that white would be at an advantage by blending in with the snow and all. But maybe the world doesn't work that way. "Welcome, then."
With a proud smile I nod. "Yep. Name's Raza and if ya can read, this is the Hanged Man." I dont mean it as an insult, there are plenty of sailors who know it only by the picture of a noose. "Best bar in Torchline, accordin' to most everyone 'cept the other bartenders." A brief pause as I look at her expectantly. "Can I getcha somethin'?"
