"Lady Coatleque Crofte of her Resplendence's royal guard..." Brynnalia repeated, almost slowly. She tapped her chin methodically in thought. "Now why does that initial ring--" She was about to continue when another inhalation led to a discovery of an incredible smell. She immediately frowned, a baleful glare given as she eyed the one dragging in a sack full of what could have been fish shite. She stepped around the pillar, putting as much distance between the bar and herself, although remained close enough to be cozying with the two paladins. She gave the Miqo'tes at the nearby table a passing glance, but her glance really just lingered on Highlanders. And this day, it was the two by the pillar in particular.
"Now Lady Coats," she began again, easy smile falling back into place. "I was about to suggest that ye should really consider sampling." She gave her a pitying look. "Because ye look rather famished yerself. It must have been long since..." The Highlander shook her head with a dismissive wave. "But I see now ye be a Lady. Highborn, well bred, I know yer type. Chaste until the ring is put on yer finger. Aye?" She nodded once, almost in deference. "My apologies. I knew not I speak to a Lady."
"Now Lady Coats," she began again, easy smile falling back into place. "I was about to suggest that ye should really consider sampling." She gave her a pitying look. "Because ye look rather famished yerself. It must have been long since..." The Highlander shook her head with a dismissive wave. "But I see now ye be a Lady. Highborn, well bred, I know yer type. Chaste until the ring is put on yer finger. Aye?" She nodded once, almost in deference. "My apologies. I knew not I speak to a Lady."
