He knows for certain that he's seen her around before; a tall, incredibly beautiful elf is impossible to forget, after all, but the opportunity to speak or play hadn't been readily available.

When she sits, Twisted Fate tips his hat to her politely before he's pouring her a glass.

"I would take a sip at that statement," he says wryly. "The rules are simple, madame: you make a statement beginning with I never, and if your companion did in fact perform said statement, they are obligated to have a sip. For example, saying I never played this game before would have me drinking. However, if I said I never met an elf as tall as you before and you had met other tall elves, you would have a sip."

He smiles at her. "It would be my pleasure to have this game with you, if you'd like. I go by Twisted Fate."