(ooc:

Could we truly call it a subplot if the bumbling human is not groped upon at least once?!

I'm going to cut off Larry's tongue as a service to you all. And perhaps some other body parts.

My friends are a really bad influence on me...)
~As they near the tavern she acknowledges Deiter's question. But how to answer she did not know. She cautiously chooses her words and her voice shows its hesitance.~ "Maverick... Is an old friend." ~She bites her lower lip wondering whether to contiue, though she knew her statement meant absolutely nothing.~ "We grew up together in Ravenwood, a-and he was my father's apprentice." ~She looks at Deiter's confused green eyes.~ "And by some stroke of fate I found him when I was looking for you."