"Sturgeon would be lovely. I would quite literally murder a person for some good fish right now." Tangle sounded absolutely nothing like a local, dramatic alto tones displaying the elevated Aquleian dialect common to scholars and nobles throughout Etruria. After this enthusiastic address to the server, the sage herself dropped into a vacant space on the beside Ambrose. "Or, a Lycian, at least," she added in a quieter tone that shouldn't carry. Her off-kilter grin was either an acknowledged that she was joking, or deeply worrisome in its own right. It depended on how optimistic one wanted to be.
As she produced a spare bit of cloth to tie unruly, blonde hair back out of her eyes, the threadbare embroidery on her sleeves was very obvious in the firelight. Like many in the room, her clothing -- both her dress and her slightly ragged cloak -- had seen better days. Her particular manner of dress indicated that she'd fallen from a significantly higher height than most here, however. "Oh, but I'm interrupting!" She glanced between the two men with a scrutinising air, before settling on Ambrose. "Ah, well. You may as well introduce us."
As she produced a spare bit of cloth to tie unruly, blonde hair back out of her eyes, the threadbare embroidery on her sleeves was very obvious in the firelight. Like many in the room, her clothing -- both her dress and her slightly ragged cloak -- had seen better days. Her particular manner of dress indicated that she'd fallen from a significantly higher height than most here, however. "Oh, but I'm interrupting!" She glanced between the two men with a scrutinising air, before settling on Ambrose. "Ah, well. You may as well introduce us."
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Tangle Rose | Gwen
(Gwen's mug and fixes to Tangle's made by Echo)