[ Alainn chuckles at his kissing her hand, her eyes dancing at the formality. She tucks a stray piece of hair behind her ear, and a spot check of 13 or higher and Matthew would notice the tips are slightly pointed].
Please, just call me Alainn. The title is far too formal after introductions and I'm not one to use it to impress anyone. [She smiles as she says it, her Irish accent much more pronounced as she speaks. With a casual gesture she points to a waiter holding a tray of champagne flutes. Two of them raise up from the tray gently, then after a moment move towards them where Alainn plucks them from the air, holding one out for him.]
The Dragon's Fire is the sect where most magic users belong, aside from the Clerics. I'm a magic user, as just seen. [She takes a small sip of the champagne, her eyes glittering with merriment.]
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Please, just call me Alainn. The title is far too formal after introductions and I'm not one to use it to impress anyone. [She smiles as she says it, her Irish accent much more pronounced as she speaks. With a casual gesture she points to a waiter holding a tray of champagne flutes. Two of them raise up from the tray gently, then after a moment move towards them where Alainn plucks them from the air, holding one out for him.]
The Dragon's Fire is the sect where most magic users belong, aside from the Clerics. I'm a magic user, as just seen. [She takes a small sip of the champagne, her eyes glittering with merriment.]