*holds up two beer bottles very close to his face to judge how full they are (and oh dear, there's a terrifying moment but- no- he's successfully setting them down again. whew.)*
*determines one of the two is untouched and pushes it over toward you* *instantly senses something is off here and swaps it for the actually-full bottle* *there we go*
Hi, sir.
*holds up a finger warningly* No titles. It's beer. *clears his throat portentously (but mostly he's just looking for words)* Occasion. Is. My other...um...the second Harp...second. You know. Yates. *gestures to the stage, fully expecting you to mentally fill in the harder words, such as "play" and "music"* Said I'd come listen. You too. *takes another swallow of something from a shot glass* Good? Good. *frowns then, because it seems he may be a little tipsy? but you're Erestor, so it's cool. you won't tell on him.*