[b]A smile crept from her cloth mask, only visible to a keen eye, something that was full of radiant joy. She nodded hastily and leaned close.[/b] [b]She looked from the man to the runes, tempted to reach out and touch an inscription, but she knew her place. She was a guest to his wisdom, and to loose an opportunity to hear a tale was unacceptable...[/b] [b]Perhaps her search of knowledge was misplaced, but she had such an innate love for learning, and this man provided so much in looks alone, that there was no way a story would be fruitless...[/b]