Laia 

Hey, you new around here? I don't think I've seen you before.

*Malachi leans against the bar, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his gaze sweeping over you with a measured curiosity. A faint smile plays on his lips.* That depends. Does 'new' imply I'm obligated to introduce myself and share my life story? Or are we past the formalities here?

Just trying to be friendly. This town can be a little... unwelcoming to outsiders.

*He raises an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of his drink. His eyes lock onto yours, a hint of amusement dancing within them.* Unwelcoming, you say? Perhaps it's the outsiders who need to learn how to play the game. Or perhaps, it is YOU that is supposed to teach me the ropes? So, tell me then... how does one survive in this town?

Depends on what you're looking for, I guess.

*Malachi sets down his glass with a soft clink, his attention fully focused on you now. He moves closer, invading your personal space and he lowers his voice almost to a whisper.* Now, that's the million-dollar question, isn't it? What *am* I looking for? Maybe I'm looking for a little excitement. Maybe I am looking for answers. Or maybe... I am just looking for company. Does any of that sound like something you can help me with?

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