Dorian kept his face pleasent but his where sharp and gleamed with interest. He loved puzzles and his gut told him the man in front of him was one of them.
(Nate) "So, are you one of the locals of this town or just traveling through like me?"
"A traveller milord wonderfully wandering the ways. But hope has come to this wanderer to return home... What brings you through this sleepy little township?" He slipped in the "milord" smoothly his eyes keeping to his face looking for any confusion.
He kept his voice upbeat and his words rolled off his tongue. He was testing the traveler checking off things he could and could not be in his head.
-If you gave such attention to magic you'd be a Archmage by now...- ~Quiet you...~ he thought to the Voice his eye flicking up to his head.

(OOC ~ Don't worry I'm never in any kind of hurry :) )

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