Brynnalia chuckled lightly, putting a hand daintily against her chest. "Ye wound me! I would not know ye from..." She glanced about, then gestured with her nearly empty wineglass to the gingered haired Highlander at the table with the Miqo'te Blade. "From that forlorn soul over there. Much less heard any tales of yer duties or yer past. And ye have not shared much at all, at least not with me."
She rolled her tanned shoulders, the fluffy white sleeves rustling softly. Her easy smile did not fail, but she furrowed her brows in slight disappointment. "Ye obviously wish not for my company. I merely sought to enjoy a game of words with my glass of wine. And maybe a bit of gossips and news. I'd not been back in Ul'Dah but a day after being away for many moons."
She lazily drained the rest of her glass and set the empty glass onto a passing barmaid's tray when she passed. "I am obviously keeping ye from more important affairs." She glanced over her shoulders towards the general direction of the bar. "Ye have my apologies, Warren."
She rolled her tanned shoulders, the fluffy white sleeves rustling softly. Her easy smile did not fail, but she furrowed her brows in slight disappointment. "Ye obviously wish not for my company. I merely sought to enjoy a game of words with my glass of wine. And maybe a bit of gossips and news. I'd not been back in Ul'Dah but a day after being away for many moons."
She lazily drained the rest of her glass and set the empty glass onto a passing barmaid's tray when she passed. "I am obviously keeping ye from more important affairs." She glanced over her shoulders towards the general direction of the bar. "Ye have my apologies, Warren."
