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The Senator himself had only recently converted to wine, his reason being very much the same as Roisin's – budget. Ever since getting drunk on Demios and carelessly unleashing his magic on the waiting staff, he had crossed the stronger beverages out of his life. The man was all about control, after all. Control and knowledge, that was the theory anyway. He had never been very good at upholding his own values in practice. He smiled at Roisin, relieved that she had accepted the Nuryondi as a token of good will. He took a short sip from his own glass.
"Beauvais... it has a nice Jaedaxian ring to it" he commented, his attention momentarily diverted by a soft noise, barely above the threshold of his perception amidst the general confusion, but definitely originating from someone moving behind his back, and possibly wearing armor (a habit he would never understand, truth be told). But Ody was unable to turn his head without looking rude and did not intend to cast any spells tonight, so he merely refocused his mind on his newfound acquaintance.
"How do you like Prime, Miss Beauvais? Myself, I'm not yet that comfortable living in a metropolis. In fact, I wouldn't be here if my job did not require my presence in the capitol." From her looks, the man assumed she had not lived in Prime for a long time. People soon learned to filter out the crowd when they were immersed in it all the time, and that allowed a keen observer to tell a resident apart from a visitor. He offered her an encouraging smile but added nothing more, most girls liked it better when they were given plenty of room in a conversation and he had made a point of refining his manners.
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