She blinked twice while just looking at this Miqo'te, half expecting his head to simply twist itself off his body in some bizzare twist of fate. "Cr̃ofte. Ser Cr̃ofte, of her Reslplen... och, ne'er mind. Loat o' good Ah've been the past sevenday." She shot a glance to the bottle. "Aye, he liked em str̃on' ah think."
Her neck craned momentarily to the newcomer. "Maester Fr̃anz. Ah dae suppose ye've come tae join us as well? An' Maester Armstr̃ong, Ah din'nae suppose Mistress Momodi knows yer stealin 'er bedding now?"
Her neck craned momentarily to the newcomer. "Maester Fr̃anz. Ah dae suppose ye've come tae join us as well? An' Maester Armstr̃ong, Ah din'nae suppose Mistress Momodi knows yer stealin 'er bedding now?"
