"Well, it may reassure you to know it doesn't usually rain so much," she said, chuckling slightly. "A stroke of poor luck, I suppose. Maker knows we need more of this on top of the Red Templars, the Venatori, the bears..." The last bit was cheerful sarcasm. She was in a good mood, despite the weather outside and the crowd in the tavern.

When he extended his hand she reached out hers to clasp it, a light grip that didn't linger. "First names, is it? Call me Alysanne, then. It's a pleasure." To be honest, she'd rather that than Senior Enchanter, which, while a well-earned title, still made her feel... old. Alysanne looked him over, a brief examination; he wasn't quite dressed like the others here.

"Forgive me for being nosy, but are you a rifter?"