Nephis
Adventurer
Placing her coin on the bar to cover the young man's drink (and her own - indicating this with a nod), TWYLL picks up both glasses in one hand, weaving her other through the crook of his arm. Taking advantage of his dumbfoundedness, she leads him back to a pair of armchairs near the booth. As she seats herself in the one closest to her prey, she smiles and - holding her hand to her chest - bows her head a bit.
She draws in a deep breath and - in a rush of heavily accented syllables, seemingly one single phrase - gives him her full name (including her House, her father's mother's House, and the one into which her brother married into). Then, after a beat, she says more simply, "you can call me 'Twyll'." Experience has told her that the Drow nomenclature is barely understandable outside of Drow culture - even other Fae fail to decipher it. She has found it best to confound with the dizzying truth (with a few embellishments), then give an easy out.
"How? I am fast and efficient when necessary. What? Well, this is a tavern, of course."
She strains to divide her attention between her new companion and the discourse in the nearby booth, before returning her full attention to him.
After they stare at each other for a moment, he clearly befuddled (or trying to formulate a likely lie, perhaps), she adds, "meet you? Here?" She gives a slightly pitying look, "wouldn't it have been easier to wait for you, if that were the case?"
After a pause, she continues: "What ... or rather who ... are you? But, yes, also 'what'"
She draws in a deep breath and - in a rush of heavily accented syllables, seemingly one single phrase - gives him her full name (including her House, her father's mother's House, and the one into which her brother married into). Then, after a beat, she says more simply, "you can call me 'Twyll'." Experience has told her that the Drow nomenclature is barely understandable outside of Drow culture - even other Fae fail to decipher it. She has found it best to confound with the dizzying truth (with a few embellishments), then give an easy out.
"How? I am fast and efficient when necessary. What? Well, this is a tavern, of course."
She strains to divide her attention between her new companion and the discourse in the nearby booth, before returning her full attention to him.
After they stare at each other for a moment, he clearly befuddled (or trying to formulate a likely lie, perhaps), she adds, "meet you? Here?" She gives a slightly pitying look, "wouldn't it have been easier to wait for you, if that were the case?"
After a pause, she continues: "What ... or rather who ... are you? But, yes, also 'what'"
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