Soronume looked straight into the eyes of the young maiden who had offered her hand then moved away so quickly. "I'm sorry my'lady. I did not mean for my appearance to frighten you, nor did I intend for my injury to cause you any inconveinience. There is no need to recline so quickly" He gave her a soft smile, as much as he could manage as the pain lingered on. The maiden stepped forward, seemingly more relaxed though still unsure of this stranger.
Soronume gestured for her to take seat at the bar. His pain was fading and he sat more upright. "My name is Soronume and I am not such a stranger to these parts as I may seem" he looked down on his worn clothes. The maiden spoke softly, "Niniel, my name is Niniel" "Then greetings Niniel" he replied.
Niniel looked down to Soronume's side. He raised his hand away and to the counter. "There is no wound, just a pain, more of memory than anything else." Once again the maiden seemed lost in his gaze...
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