Reaching up the warrior unclasped the buckle on the sheath as he pulled the weapon over his head to settle it against the tab. He took his seat after that, lowering himself into the chair with a soft clatter of metal. “…I feel a bit overdressed.”, he admitted after he settled himself down and turned his attention to the new tablemate.
“Is it that obvious?”, Aurin answered easily enough as he reached across the table to close his fingers around the rapidly disappearing bottle of whiskey to pour the both of them one more round. “You are right though, I’m not from around here.”, he agreed with her words. “You aren’t either though it seems. I guess that gives us something in common.”
“My name is Aurin,” He introduced himself easily with a nod of his head. “Kroth over there,” He added with a jerk of his head towards the bar. “Says that you just might be looking for a bit of work. I decided to come over to see if that little rumor might be true.”