[She glances up at his jewelry, around his horns and ears. Her eyes are half-focused, and she's a little dazed. She's done a lot of pregaming and it's finally starting to really hit her, which is probably obvious at this point.]

Yeah... you look so nice. Sometimes fake is even better than the real thing.

[Then he mentions "the temple", and it takes her a second to catch up with the conversation.]

Uhh... temple? Oh—the Circle! Yep, I'm one of the lucky ones.

[No elaboration necessary! And, thankfully, their refills have arrived by now, so Veth takes a big gulp of mead. This one's a little stronger than her last tankard. Seems like whoever took their order is receptive to obnoxious negging.

Then, a little slurred, a little under her breath, a little like she's saying it to herself.]

I'm Veth.