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Jaheira leaned back on the chair, rocking it slightly as she regarded Nere, her eyes unfocused but filled with mischievousness. “Nere... Nere...” she mumbled, slurring his name as if it was a strange new song. "Neeeere... Ner-reee, yeah, that’s a good one." She paused, squinting at him with exaggerated curiosity, a grin tugging at her lips. “Did you pick it yourself, or did your mama just... toss it at you? I mean, it’s a great name! Nere, sounds so... so... important. Like you’re supposed to be a big deal or something. I bet you’ve got a whole... backstory for it, right?” She let out a giggle, almost losing her balance as she swayed the chair back again.

@harpershigh

She mocks him.

He does not care to be mocked. He has never cared to be mocked. All he has wanted for his entire life was respect [ and freedom, though that is a far more difficult thing to say, or even to understand to one who has lived as he has lived ].

Why then does it seem as though every gods-forsaken person to have crossed his path in recent months finds it not only acceptable but hilarious to do so.

At least this one is drunk. Perhaps she means what she says and perhaps she does not. In the end, it does not truly matter. Despite what any here might think, he is no fool. While he was unaware of this [ ancient ] hero's status and legend with their first meeting, he is a quick study. He is exceedingly aware of it now.

He is also quite cognizant of the fact that she holds power while his own continued existence within the good graces—or perhaps tolerance—of the group remains tenuous at best [ and to provoke a fight would be unwise in his current diminished state, regardless ].

He cannot allow his pride to get the better of him here and now, no matter how her words gall him, how they burn at him just as Baenre's scathing remarks.

And yet, though he cannot make it so exceedingly plain as he would like, still he does not feel that he need bow to her queries either.

He takes a deep breath, pushes further down that roiling anger within his chest, and, after another moment, he corners his eyes to look at her.

"I hope you will excuse that I see no point in wasting my breath by explaining my name's origin with someone who is too intoxicated to remember it by the morning."