He breaks off, blinking as-- to his slight surprise-- he actually recognizes the dark-haired young woman. The witch. Who had provided useful advice on his arrival.
As far as how he feels about people in Taxon, she's certainly in the top half of the spectrum. It possibly helps that he hasn't been confined to a ship or an island or a barge with Azkadellia for the last month. That alone makes him more charitably inclined towards her.
"I beg your pardon," he says, less brusquely. "Miss Azkadellia, wasn't it?"
[Ferry terminal]
He breaks off, blinking as-- to his slight surprise-- he actually recognizes the dark-haired young woman. The witch. Who had provided useful advice on his arrival.
As far as how he feels about people in Taxon, she's certainly in the top half of the spectrum. It possibly helps that he hasn't been confined to a ship or an island or a barge with Azkadellia for the last month. That alone makes him more charitably inclined towards her.
"I beg your pardon," he says, less brusquely. "Miss Azkadellia, wasn't it?"