Golden Glade Those who are welcome

Shalon nodded with a small smile, "Pritmor, interesting." She peered around him trying to catch a glimpse of his face, he intruiged her. What an odd fellow, she thought. When he did turn around she noticed his lanky apperance, and skinny figure. Bare to the bone, really. "I am Shalon Whitehall, a pleasure to meet you." She remained in the water though, at some distance from him. She tried to conceal a smile, afraid he might take it as a mockery.