[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: verdana;"]It has been acknowledged before that Samuel held little preference over which group he settled in. When he joined Sunhaven, there was no goal in his mind; no scent he sought, nor culture or lifestyle he preferred. Thus he held little opinion towards other groups, and called his joining the Haven a result of chance. He could have stumbled upon any border, and he would have joined all the same; be it Ascendants, Snowbound, or any others of the like. Sunhaven just happened to fall within his path, and he wonders if Beverly joined by that same whim. It was rather reckless of him, but he had been willing to take the chance and it unfolded nicely for the lot of them. Hopefully Beverly would have that same good fortune.
There is a little group gathering around her, curious faces he cannot attach names to. Samuel believes he's seen Ishayu before, though they've never spoken personally. The other two are entirely new to him; a fault on his part for not meeting social expectations. However, he found the plans for his shop and his recent contact with other clans to be slightly more important. For this reason, Samuel elects not to be overly confident in his approach. Politeness is tangled in his veins - he tries, at least, to be cordial but more so truthful in his mannerisms whenever he can.
He catches the last bit of conversation when he moves into the circle, and feels his brow furrow. His gaze travels, slowly, from Beverly's paw to Ilijas'. "...No," The confusion in his tone is withheld in favor of merely stating observable facts. If Ilijas is trying to be smooth with her, his methods could use a bit of work. Not that Samuel was any better with wordplay. "The ring most definitely belongs to her." He looks up, studying the face of Beverly with question - perhaps they knew each other from before, and he simply was not aware? "My apologies for the intrusion, you have a fine taste in precious metals. My name is Samuel - it's our pleasure to be housing you here."
There is a little group gathering around her, curious faces he cannot attach names to. Samuel believes he's seen Ishayu before, though they've never spoken personally. The other two are entirely new to him; a fault on his part for not meeting social expectations. However, he found the plans for his shop and his recent contact with other clans to be slightly more important. For this reason, Samuel elects not to be overly confident in his approach. Politeness is tangled in his veins - he tries, at least, to be cordial but more so truthful in his mannerisms whenever he can.
He catches the last bit of conversation when he moves into the circle, and feels his brow furrow. His gaze travels, slowly, from Beverly's paw to Ilijas'. "...No," The confusion in his tone is withheld in favor of merely stating observable facts. If Ilijas is trying to be smooth with her, his methods could use a bit of work. Not that Samuel was any better with wordplay. "The ring most definitely belongs to her." He looks up, studying the face of Beverly with question - perhaps they knew each other from before, and he simply was not aware? "My apologies for the intrusion, you have a fine taste in precious metals. My name is Samuel - it's our pleasure to be housing you here."
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