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Veida smiled and shrugged modestly at Mairjra's remarks, a discreet pink hue coming to her cheeks. She was acting unusual, she realized. Usually her ego would have created a somewhat conceited response. But for some strange reason, she was different around Mairjra. Veida disregarded the odd feeling. 

An angry High Elf appeared from behind the counter. Veida tensed, prepared for a confrontation of some sort. She was appalled at how he spoke to Mairjra. When he spoke to her, Veida felt her blood begin to boil. 

She unclasped her hands and sat straighter, regarding the older High Elf with an icy glare perfected by years of practice on her opponents. "Look here," she hissed. "The people I chose to befriend are none of your god damn business, got that? So screw off before I make you eat your words, peon!" She'd never actually spoken this foul to anyone before, and she had certainly doubted the first person she would speak like that to wouldn't be a fellow High Elf. But, a lot of things were happening so far that day that she hadn't expected.