#support. ethlyn

        MORE PEOPLE FROM THRACIA? And a Tahran, too. Damn, that's impressive. And a fair bit motivating— he'd convince himself he'd never see another Thracian while he was here. Knowing there were more of them… he wonders if he'll meet anyone familiar, like he met Salem a while back. That’d sure as hell be exciting. Perne crosses his arms, back leaning into a pillar standing behind him.

      "Sheesh, you can say that again." Perne snorts, "Didn't think this'd be some Jugdral tourist area, but I'm glad to be wrong. It's always nice havin' connections like that, yeah?"

      Mentions of the war cause pain to grow across her face, like how dandelions sprout from soil, and Perne finds himself frowning— ah, right. That was never a pretty topic. Still, it's worth talking about, even if unwrapping the metaphorical bandage stung.

      "Mm yeah, same here…" His voice doesn't soften, though his mouth does form a slight frown, "It ain't easy, comin' from that background. But hey, at least now we’ve got a bit more time for fun!"

THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUT this lady that doesn't ring a bell so much as lightly tickle it. Maybe it's the name or— no! It's her eyes, he thinks. Yeah, that's it. There's a small shine in them that he thinks he's seen somewhere before. Still, Perne's not in the interest of pursuing the thought, and returns her smile with one of his own.

"Yeah, I'm the new guy. Name’s Perne." he says, grasp firm as he shakes her hand, "Pleasure meetin' ya, Ethlyn."

His hand returns to his side.