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[immortal_now]

 Amanda is sitting next to the fire sewing a dress, it's slow going but she is determined to get it right. Her long brown hair tied back in a ponytail her clothes are mostly lost under the mounds of cloth she is working on.

The fire is warm, if you are nearby she might strike up a conversation, at lwast if you look amiable to such a thing.

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[seker_pride]

This is a man who hasn't seen Amanda in a long time, and a man this version of Amanda might not know.

He hasn't forgotten.

His hand goes to his neck where a certain pendant the previous Amanda gave him is.

Perhaps he should join her, now that he's bothered to come downstairs into the bar.

[immortal_now]

Amanda looks up, sitting up straight to give her back a break, she see's a man looking her way and she flashes hiim a smile. She has no idea who he is she is just being friendly.

[seker_pride]

If you live long enough, you come to learn to read faces enough to know when the person you're looking at does not know who you are.

No confusion; they really don't know you at all.

Still...

"Good evening Amanda."

[immortal_now]

She sits up just a little more straight examining him trying to figure out if they have met. When she is confident that they haven't she gestures for him to have a seat near her, "I am sorry. You must have known me before, or will know me." she shakes her head, "I have been told I was here before but it was me in the future."

Since he already knew her name, "What should I call you?"