The Young Prince shot her a sidelong glance, raising a brow and nodding slightly. Not sure what to make of her - Though he had an odd suspicion that she had caught his coinpurse. "Yes... I am." He stated, his accent seemed to stand out. And he looked her straight in the eye, though wondering if she had recognised him yet, or not. He was often curious what Qal's population would think of a prince sitting in one of their bars. He scanned her over - her kind tended to intrest Kilav, they were... Mysterious, in an odd way. "Is there somthing you want?" He inquired.
(( That's fine. :P ))
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