"Is she feeling better? I think last time we met and had lunch you said she wasn't feeling very well." Which wouldn't be so surprising given the situation they find themselves in. "Generally, but wine does something to me rather quickly." Who knows why, but a couple of glasses of wine and this Tiefling is done, thanks.

"*Indeed, we are races within races, I suppose that's just a futile attempt to hold on to another identity rather than 'Tiefling.' Though, after awhile one can hardly call themselves a Dwarf when they are second or third generation Tiefling." A slow shrug and Paladin's head rests back against the chair, eyes half open. "You learn to adapt, it's not always easy, especially traveling through small towns where everything is met with suspicion. I suppose that is why I must be extroverted." Go out, shake hands, buy drinks, don't get run out of town...

Another laugh with a broad smile: "you're not the boss of me," she teases back before getting a little bit more serious. "I do have the portal, which makes me wonder if I should be concerned about things sneaking into this place from my world."


*homebrew lore for tieflings. d&d 5e has tieflings as their own distinctive race