[with a grin, Maias puts his glass down to pour Emlyn some of what he was having - ale, certainly not the good quality he'd go out of his way to get, but not cheap, tavern swill either. He holds out the glass once he's finished]
Those sorts have a way about them, though. And they share things in other, very different ways.
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Those sorts have a way about them, though. And they share things in other, very different ways.