[Her potion brew at his request is still in the works, so upon seeing his network message Rinea jumped at the chance to aid her onetime benefactor. He's certainly a quiet, reticent sort of man... but not in a way that feels hostile. So for as ominously vague as the request is, she trusts him. (That, and finding someone as adverse to online technology as she is is a comfort...) Sending a small note of her arrival, she departs from the festival.]
Sir Somnus! My greetings. [She hurries to meet him, skirts in one hand to aid her speed. He certainly looks grave... but then again, when DOESN'T he?!?!?! Unsure on the gravity of the situation, she settles on a nervous smile.] I am at your disposal, if you will let me.
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Sir Somnus! My greetings. [She hurries to meet him, skirts in one hand to aid her speed. He certainly looks grave... but then again, when DOESN'T he?!?!?! Unsure on the gravity of the situation, she settles on a nervous smile.] I am at your disposal, if you will let me.