A male voice caught Mazerine off guard. At first, she was unsure if the man whom the voice belonged to was addressing her, as when she looked towards him his gaze was not directed at her. She glanced around, realizing that the two of them were practically the only ones actually seated at the bar, it was quite obvious that his words were, in fact, meant for her. She found herself wondering how long he had been seated there - she did not recall seeing him when she had approached the barkeep earlier. Mazerine gave no response to his words at first, instead lifting the stone tumbler to her lips and taking another drink, before setting it down and holding it much in the same fashion she had been previously.
As he held out his hand and introduced himself, she hesitated for a moment. Humans in the area were not always overly receptives towards elves, especially one who seemed of high social standing… but this man did not seem to have an air of disgust about him. After a moment, she leaned over and placed her hand in his own, shaking it lightly. “Mazerine Alaudriel,” she responded, withdrawing her hand quickly. His friendliness seemed out of place to her, especially in this setting. From her experiences in the time since she had essentially been stranded in Adeluna, she had not known any men to be friendly without expecting something else. So far, no indication had been given of such, but she was slow to let her guard down.
Moments later, a book was slid in her direction, a few silver coins atop the page. Sebastian, as he had introduced himself, asked her if she could translate a specific elvish phrase listed. She narrowed her eyes a bit and looked at him for a moment. She pused the coins off the page, back towards Sebastian, but pulled the book towards herself. Glancing down at the page, she let out a soft laugh. “Le nathlam hí,” she said, it being clear that Elvish was her native tongue. “It means ‘You are welcome here,’” she said, pushing the tome back towards Sebastian. “No idiom, just a different dialect than most humans understand,” she said, though her pale cheeks reddened at her comment, realizing that it could have been taken in a much ruder context than it was meant to. “I apologize, until I came to Adeluna, my interactions with humans were nearly non-existent,” she said.
Mazerine blinked her eyes as Sebastian as he spoke of the barkeep, having never actually known the man’s name. A look of realization came over her as he indicated who this ‘Karl’ was, and she remained silent for a few moments as he commented on the drink she had been given not being effective at solving her problems. She gave a sigh, and turned to face Sebastian, releasing her hands from around the cup.
“I’m an ambassador from Endopano,” she said, deciding that there was no reason not to share the information, no matter how little she did know the party she was sharing it with. “I was sent on an assignment - my first assignment, actually - to work with a company of Northmen that had been camped outside of the city walls,” she said. She paused, and reached for the tumbler, taking a drink of the harsh liquid. She made a bit of a face, and continued speaking. “The negotiations fell through, and the Northmen decided to move their camp elsewhere. I was supposed to be living off the coin they would be paying me, as their liaison, but…” she trailed off. “Needless to say, I was never paid, and all correspondence I have been sending to Endopano has gone unanswered. I’m running out of coin… I’ve been reduced to pawning my jewelry to get by,” she said, laughing with an air of embarrassment. “No one wants to hire me… And I can’t seem to figure out why. I’m intelligent and well-educated. I assume it has to do with the fact that I am not human,” she added, the tension she felt towards the specific race apparent in her voice once more.
Mazerine could feel the eyes of the men situated around the room on her, but she paid no mind - she had spent a few evenings sitting in the same place she now sat and had grown to ignore it quite easily. She eyed Sebastian with an air of caution, however, as he moved closer to her. She looked quite taken aback at his comment. “Excuse me? I don’t know what impression I have given you, but you are mistaken if you think I am some tavern wench who can be purchased,” she said. With what little dignity she still held, she pushed her chair back and got to her feet with every intention of leaving, giving pause only when Sebastian spoke up once more.
Her own cheeks reddened as she realised that she had misunderstood his comment, just as he had spoken with an incorrect tone. “Well. Forgive me for assuming, but with the company kept in an establishment such as this, you cannot blame me for taking your comment in such a manner,” she said, returning to her seat. She listened to him, intrigued. After he finished his explanation, she was silent for some time. “I’m a fairly skilled mage,” she said, quietly, after some time had passed. “And I’ve got excellent communication skills,” she said. “Working for the high ambassador will give you that,” she said, giving him a smile - one much warmer than her demeanor had given off previously. She grabbed her tumbler and took another drink, draining the vessel’s contents. “What needs diplomacy?” she asked, her curiosity piqued at the prospect of making some coin. Mazerine felt a mild reservation at the thought of trusting a human she had just met, but this Sebastian seemed to be a bit more well mannered than most of the humans she had come across in Adeluna. Deciding not to let her predetermined opinion of humans get the better of the situation, she resigned to at least give it a chance. She signaled for the barkeep - who she now knew as Karl - to refill her beverage, and awaited an explanation from her new acquaintance.