Roland watched her come over. She walked with grace, her limbs speaking of power and passion. A shy light touched her eyes and her cheeks were a high color as she found a boldness within her to approach. He took another drink, draining the glass, then stood as she reached them.

Perhaps standing was a bad idea. His drink had gone to his head, making his warm and easy. He even smiled at the woman. Smiled warmly.

"Good day," he said, nodding rather than bow. "A fine day for new faces."