stoicsentry: "As you please, my friend," Halstead remarks. "Just give me a moment."

Ten minutes pass.

"There you are," he remarks, placing the mug before you.

pi4t: Chalael turns away from observing the conversation between the dark-haired man and the woman, and walks over to the newcomer:

'Excuse me, but you look familiar, and I believe we may have something in common. Perhaps you would like to join me?' So saying, he gestures to his table. His accent, now he is speaking more loudly for the first time, seems...unusual, as if it were not his first language.

drennan: Drennan shakes his head slowly and says, "I am afraid you are mistaken, good sir. I will, however, gladly accept your invitation." He puts his mug on Chalael's table and sits down.

stoicsentry: Halstead eyes you with delight. "Dezső!" he exclaims.

"A pleasure, as usual," he adds, handing you two mugs of beer.

"My thanks," the mysterious woman says, pulling up a chair to join you, "but I must refuse the drink."

"I have to keep my wits about me," she adds, ordering herself a tea and sitting down to chat with you.

The hood remains over her head as she stared down at her cup of tea.

pi4t: 'Strange. I'm sure I saw you passing on the road outside my window many times a few years ago, when I was - still at home' Chalael interrupts himself hastily. He'd obviously been intending to say something else at the end of his sentence, but had stopped himself just in time.

Chalael goes on to make a few generic, and fairly dull, remarks about places and people.

stoicsentry: "Ah," says Halstead. "You do sound familiar. The room will be 2 gold pieces, my friend Lodex will show you the way when you're ready."

"The beer? That's on the house," he adds, pouring you a large mug, "sound good?"

stoicsentry: She pauses, hood remaining on head. Leaning forward, she whispers in your ear. After finishing her tea quickly, she rises and stands once more against the wall, her face still covered.

OOC: Check your private messages in a minute.

sibberke: As Deszõ approaches him, Dorev leans nonchalant against the counter, thinking from where he remembers that man.
"Well," he answers, "you have been here before, as have I. It's possible we've seen each other here, though it has been a lot of time since I last was here." He waits to drink from his beer - it is delicious.
"But I'm a travelling bard, an artist, the best songwriter in the surroundings, so we may have also seen each other somewhere else. Where have you already been?"
~Could it be I know this man from here, from the village? I hope I don't... I'd rather be a stranger~

sibberke: "Another beer? Why not! You won't find better beer anywhere around!" Dorev waves to Halstead, ordering two bears, and then walks to a table.
"I talk better when sitting down." He leans back. stretching his limbs out. He suddenly realizes he hadn't sat down yet.
"So", he continues, trying to learn more about about Deszõ, "what's your favourite place in this world?" Dorev is sure this could be an interesting talk, as the man in front of him surely is a smart guy. They apparently even shared some interests, music and, in a lesser extent, cultures.

stoicsentry: "Greetings," Halstead says. "Can I fill that flask up for ye?"