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A few more coins graced his bucket while the duo performed for the crowd, and as the crowd applauded, he stood and bowed. Snow also stood, but promptly sat on her haunches out of trained habit, as she was supposed to when Seamus stood. He turned to Briena as she introduced herself. He smiled, and bowed in response, a simple nod of the head.

"Seamus, a traveler from far away." he introduced himself.

His fingers grazed the strings of his lute softly. "Would you care to play another song?" he asked. "Or perhaps you know of a good place to eat, myself and my companion, Snow, would love a hearty meal; we've not had a full stomach for some time." he explained to her, smiling softly. He knew of her, but her rank meant very little to him; she was another woman, sure she had power here, but with him, again, it mattered little. His demeanor, with how nonchalant he was with her, and his accent, a sort of gruff Irish, hinted at his past as a Lycan Slave. He'd want little to do with Authority and its power over him in his life.