Quite The Entrance [Open]

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies Maea squinted at the man, straining her eyes to pick out the details of his features. At this distance even she could make out a handsome face of dark hues, remarkably young and even more remarkably unphased by the dramatic entrance. She was quite amazed at the lack of panic be displayed, as if this was not the strangest thing to ever happen to him. And, she reminded herself, it very well might not be. Even though it was the first time she ever saw an Outlander arrive, there was no telling what he might have lived before... in his own world. A highwayman... what was that? The part about being a flirt was ignored. "Uhm, good. That's... good." Gods, help her! How did you even handle a situation like this? Jigano might have known. He was one too, was he not? An outlander. No doubt the lorekeeper would have been perfectly at ease with picking the man up and dusting him off while explaining what happened, where this person har ended up, what kind of nightmare be har landed himself in. But Jigano was not here, and Maea was left to deal with it as best she could. "It's fine, don't worry about it" she mumbled, not entirely truthful as the spilled food sent a pang of deeply ingrained shame down her gut. What a terrible waste... [ b]"Sorry, but I've not... To be honest, I would be more surprised if anyone did know anything at all about you. Where... where are you from?" {/b} Quite forgetting to introduce herself back, the pale eyed girl wished someone would step in to help her. A quick glance around the room brought forth no volonteers however; indeed, the few patrons around seemed quite content with letting her handle it. Typical.