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[sulahnan]

How can you not? He walks with a limp [ a very slight one ] and his eyebrows cover like, his whole face.

[ More like just his eyes, but you know. Distinguishing marks. ]

But a name will be simple enough, depending on how he feels about elves. And if we stall him before he remembers he left the building unlocked, a break-in won't even be necessary.

[ Her own yawn doesn't get stifled with any degree of success, and she sighs on the exhale. Turns her attention to her handsome companion and quirks a brow. ]

What's your poison tonight?

[charmoffensive]

[ There's a sound at her observation, like fair enough, and now Loxley shifts into view to sit down beside the window, his back to the wall. ]

Some form of brandy, I think. I can't speak to the region.

[ He offers it to her to try. ]

[sulahnan]

[ She declines with a shake of her head. Brandy isn't as offensive to her senses as wine, but it's similar enough under the circumstances. ]

No thanks. I stopped drinking.