The woman’s Response was foreign to her, she had heard similar language use in the northern board of Bosco but with the few short words it was hard to place immediately. Luckily she didn’t linger to long on this and responded positively to her offer. Her Florian was heavily accented but not too hard to understand just a tell tale sign of a traveler, not that Jazmynn could Judge she too was a Stranger to these lands. Although Jazmynn managed to speak Florian with out much of an accent it felt more natural in her native tongue.
When questioning where this woman a quarter naked out on the dock was cold seemed like an obvious answer but seeing as she had a stack of books floating in Undead hands there likely was far more at play then met the eye initially “well, Aren’t you? It is getting quite cold out?” she would respond. A small amount of confusion washing away the remaining residence.
After She managed to unclip the clasp she would hold the cloak out, its Sheer material likely wasn’t much more then a layer between skin and the wind but as if lifted from her shoulders she felt the cold replace the little warmth she had accumulated beneath it. The Pale Woman’s question rang out and stopped the purple hatted mage in her tracks. “Oh, umm yeah probably but, I offered assuming you’d be cold. But if you are okay id rather keep it.” She would consider the other woman’s question, it felt foolish to have bothered her for nothing, good intentions meant nothing if you were a bother. . .
From here Jazmynn would reclip the clasp and letting it fall back on top of her Guild fresh guide tattoo, before looking at her books to try and find another reason to have wasted this woman’s time without looking like a complete fool. Some of the books she was able to Recognize a couple of the romance novels, a guilty pleasure of hers as well, but unluckily it was a guilty pleasure for a reason and Jazmynn would out her little Secrets like that, instead she moved over the each of the tombs untill the first Necromantic title was recognized.
A Look of Deep though washed over Jazmyn as she held her own chin slightly and tilted her head, her floppy hat bouncing to mimic and exsadrate the head tilt. It was interesting meeting a woman who upon chance was likely a necromancer (given the floating hands and all) let alone meeting any mage confident enough to openly research such a hush hush topic of magic was an interesting progression. Although the thought of her new guild and the rules she would need to keep in mind when meeting with people, predominantly a good guild she would need to ensure she wasn’t seen openly making conversation with its enemies, but she Suspected that if this was a person who intended harm then they would have been more aggressive or had less consideration for Jazmynn’s body temperature over her own.
“Perhaps I was hastily to jump to your unnecessary aid. Forgive my foolishness, I am new in town and have been attempting to make acquaintances with potential Clients, Friends, and Community.” She tried to clarify as to not seem too foolhardy she felt it was best to come clean. “and lets just say my social skills are a little rusty, so let me introduce myself” Jazmynn would offer her purple gloved hand outwards in a soft handshake, if accepted Jazmynn would daintily grasp only the tips of the womans fingers and bow slightly as she shook her hand once in a Curtsy.
“Jazmynn Minnet, im a Researcher of Arcane Magic and Aspiring Archivist.”