[ She looks stunned at that - she clearly hadn't expected an invitation to join him. She actually hadn't expected him to be necessarily gracious about her thanks, but she hadn't known what to expect at all. He seems friendly enough. If he meant her harm, well, he wouldn't have to be lulling her into any false sense of security. He has every physical advantage. All these considerations weighed, Alfsigr finally nods her head and settles herself in the closest available seat to him. She doesn't flop down like someone completely comfortable, or like she feels she got her way, but like someone grateful for the offer and the company. ]
I'm Alfsigr. [ That leading vowel is drawn out slightly, not intentionally. ] Who am I owing my thanks to?
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I'm Alfsigr. [ That leading vowel is drawn out slightly, not intentionally. ] Who am I owing my thanks to?