"Well, milady Tira! It will not be soon I'll forget your name or this meeting, and that was before seeing your loveliness!" Snarl grinned toothily at her, hand shaking hers firmly. His hands were well-manicured and clean; hallmarks of a fastidious chef.
"You may call me Snarl. And perhaps, as repayment for disturbing you from your sun-blessed perch, I could cook you something to break your morning fast? It would be my honor."
The miqo'te bowed with a practiced elegance that displayed what must have been years of some formal training. Despite his unabashed appearance, he was very clearly formally schooled.
"You may call me Snarl. And perhaps, as repayment for disturbing you from your sun-blessed perch, I could cook you something to break your morning fast? It would be my honor."
The miqo'te bowed with a practiced elegance that displayed what must have been years of some formal training. Despite his unabashed appearance, he was very clearly formally schooled.
