So… his first impressions were that she wasn’t from anywhere nearby. The way she brought her hands together like that was a sign of politeness of almost absurd height; he had just met her, and he wasn’t the landlord of this place or anything. He didn’t hold any superiority over her in the end… except maybe in wisdom and wit, but he wouldn’t bring that up. Yes, Yuvon had few things to be proud of, but it was lastly a double-edged sword and would always remind him of his heritage.
Aha! A nod to his question told it all. She was likely a wizard herself, given that most people who ventured to Silver Wolf’s guild hall did so to pursue a career as a magician. It would also take a lot of will and courage to venture through the snow and cold region, and that alone revealed perhaps some of the young lady’s character to him. Her darker, tanned skin on her face… yes, she must’ve gone through a lot to get here. Props to her.
Sadly, she shook her head to his offer with the mug. He would retreat it and and hear her voice once more, a little… she stuttered a bit. It sounded like she was going to say something else, but she braked herself. Hmh.
He would wait for her moment to answer, and finally, more words came out. Her name, Pimwadee Chakri, was definitely not a common Fiorian name… Yuvon was more convinced now that she wasn’t from around here. Which country could harbor such a sharp name, hmm? Yuvon would have to think that through.
Clapping his hands around the mug, he pressed his hands together and… tada. The mug with the tea was gone. “You’re exploring, eh? I can assure you that what you’ve heard about Silver Wolf is true,” he replied to her with the same, echoing voice from his mask - not too loud to deafen people, but still unexpected from a person right in front of you. It was mostly to let people hear his voice clearly as Yuvon wasn’t the shy type of guy. He would politely gesture her into the guild to be surrounded by the lobby’s atmosphere; not too dark, not blindingly bright, but just the right, cozy hue and nuance to call home.
“As you may have heard, Silver Wolf are quite the explorers ourselves. You will be able to find centuries of life experience within these walls,” Yuvon would begin to expose to her about the guild itself, “Y’know, to learn and better ourselves, we must know about the history around us. If you enjoy exploring, then you’ll definitely fit well here - very acceptable, yes… but that will, ultimately, be up to the Mistress of our guild or one of her Betas.”
Yuvon would stroll towards one of the low tables that held a blanket over it. Most of the guild hall’s lobby looked cozy; dark wood and granite as walls and ceiling, and the floor was covered in a dense layer of wool. The table with the blanket actually hid something under it, which was fairly visible despite Yuvon’s attempts to hide it earlier. He would plump on one of the sofas, gaze at the other sofas surrounding the table to signal Pimwadee Chakri… Pimwadee… Pim… nah, Pimwadee. No, Pimwadee sounded weird on his tongue. Pim sounded better… but then again, Pim was way too simple. He would have to do her name justice; it was likely a very meaningful name, and it definitely was a pretty one. Just like the maiden who held it, entering their guild.
“They might arrive soon in my estimation. You can have a look around the guild, though… I don’t think that they’d turn your request down,” he assured her with a smile behind his golden mask. He suddenly stuck a hand into his shirt and pulled up a notebook out of seemingly nowhere, a flame escaping from his eye sockets. “Lhuk, Lhuk, Lhuk… I’ve never stepped foot in that country before. Oh, how wonderful that’d be! I can only imagine its signatures, its fauna and geography. Tell me, Pimwadee, if you don’t mind; if I were to set foot in Lhuk for the first time, what would be the easiest to remember from there?”
Yuvon’s other hand held a pen, shaking a little in eagerness. The gold-masked Silver Wolf Mage had, truly, never set foot in Lhuk, and that fact alone made him all more eager to go with her all the way back to Lhuk if she ever planned to. Of course, he’d want to tag along and witness a whole new country, describing it in words and scrambles - whatever he knew of would be used to describe what could, ultimately and in the end, only be a fraction of its raw beauty.
TWC: 497 + 809 = 1306