B sipped her tea for a moment, wincing at how hot it was, "If you don't mind me asking, how do you know the khalmer? I haven't met any of his kind..." The old woman stared into her cup for a moment before adopting her smile once more. The smile lines on her face were deep, indicating this was her preferred facial expression.
"Ah, yes. His kind is a bit elusive. He's a dear friend though and we met years ago. When I was still spry and he was just figuring out this world that surrounded him. I haven't talked to him much about what his life was before then but I get the idea he would like not to talk about it."