[Eleanor takes a moment to catch her breath once the man spouting poetry at her departs, letting the fire in her hands cool. She decides to find something to eat, and begins walking in that direction, when she suddenly finds herself in the company of yet another stranger, falling into step beside her. She arches an eyebrow, eyeing him as she continues to walk.

Before she can respond to his line of questioning, he's introducing himself. She manages a small smile at the sight of his manners, at least.]

Well, you aren't reciting terrible poetry at me, so I'd say you're off to a decent start, Antonio.

[She inclines her head as well.]

I am new here, yes. My name is Eleanor. I take it you've been here for some time?