Oh, how magnanimous, [she snits. Somehow, her posture has become even more rigid in her ire. She presses on, pointedly not waiting for his acquiescence.] It's settled then. You're a sorcerer, and I'm your bodyguard.
[Her eyes scan the crowd, looking for the best target for their ruse. Among the unwashed, uncouth inhabitants of this place, she spots a glint of gold - two rings worn on the slim fingers of a man drinking a few tables over. She can't be sure they're authentic from this distance, of course, but there's no discoloration of his fingers and no tarnishing on the metal that would indicate fake gold. She doesn't know what it means that someone in a place like this is wearing what appears to be real gold rings, but it's a detail that stands out, marking the man as unique in some way.
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[Her eyes scan the crowd, looking for the best target for their ruse. Among the unwashed, uncouth inhabitants of this place, she spots a glint of gold - two rings worn on the slim fingers of a man drinking a few tables over. She can't be sure they're authentic from this distance, of course, but there's no discoloration of his fingers and no tarnishing on the metal that would indicate fake gold. She doesn't know what it means that someone in a place like this is wearing what appears to be real gold rings, but it's a detail that stands out, marking the man as unique in some way.
She nods in his direction.]
We can start with him.