Mirazhe smiled back at him over her shoulder as she led the way to the empty table closest to the fire. "It is a pleasure to meet you Raine."

The warmth of the fire soothed him from the outside chill, and they waited for a waiter to pass by. "So, Mirazhe, where are you from?"

Mirazhe leaned back in her chair, letting her hazel eyes roam the room fora few moments before she replied. "I was born in a small village located in the middle of The Plains of Calling.... Though ever since five years ago, it has been called L' Takrin d' Streea, which means 'The Desert of Death' in drow." She shrugged, "What about you?"

"Myself, I am from the Elven town of Lindreas, at least that is how I was brought up to say it. You have probably visited it, dor it is in the treetops of Norwood Forest. I do not know who brought me up, maybe wolves for it happens alot with my kind. I love it there... but enough about that. Waiter!"

Mirazhe nodded, "Aye I have been to Lindreas... It is a beautiful town." She looked up as the waiter came, "I would like wine." She looked over at Raine, curious to see what he woudl order.