[ considering these piers will sometimes find Aefenglom's inhabitants posted up with fishing rods on hand, there should be a form of wildlife seen living close to the docks. the smell is atypical of a harbor, constantly bouncing between the smoke of the neighboring factories and of the salt in the sea. his nose has been deaf to it for sometime now. if that might bring a sense of comfort from sheer similarity alone, Melisandre will be pleased.

there's nothing like talk of sex to pull a man's attention away from what he is doing, though. the water no longer has his eyes by the time she talks of her experience in the matter. his brows perk up in a brief spike of interest, all before settling on the bridge of his nose. ]

I see. [ something she says strikes a chord with him, as if he has heard of similar magicks long before arriving in Aefenglom. he doesn't show it in his face, but there is a pause before he continues. ] If that is the bond you hope to pursue while you are here, I would say you needn't concern yourself with alchemy. Plenty of... fish in the sea, as they say.

[ it was fitting, okay. at her question regarding the Coven, though, any semblance of a smile turned into a straight line on his face. ]

That is complicated. Since I am apparently using idioms — I do not wish to bite the hand that feeds me.

[ and with that, he remembers an important thing — a lack of proper introductions. there's a light bow from Jorah before folding both hands over his belt line. ]

I am Jorah Mormont. Would you be so kind as to let me know your name?