[The cooler air is pleasant and Dancer's breath eases. For a moment he blames it on the wind, but then his attention is caught by the newcomer joining him at the railing, and any further thought from there is momentarily killed by the fact that this guy appears to be made of ice.
The babbling introduction certainly doesn't help the confusion, but it does snap him out of his bemusement.]
Excuse me?
[He's baffled, but still polite. You don't anywhere being both rude and clan back home.]
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The babbling introduction certainly doesn't help the confusion, but it does snap him out of his bemusement.]
Excuse me?
[He's baffled, but still polite. You don't anywhere being both rude and clan back home.]