Even if you don't want to do a whole lot of chatting, you can get something to drink while you're there. It's not really my thing, but it would probably look less weird than if we don't order something while we're there.

[ ...Not that he really drank much last time he visited either, but at least he has something to pay the poor bartender with this time. Assuming he's okay.

But Thoma doesn't want to think the worst just yet.

He motions Estinien to follow, taking him to where he recalls the tavern is situated. There are only a few people crowded around it at this hour, chatting with wooden mugs in hand, and the only commotion from within is the sound of a bard hard at work to earn his keep. ]

Do you do much dancing back wherever you're from? ...Or maybe I should have asked about your home in general first. I didn't even introduce myself properly.

[ He holds out a hand towards Estinien, his own eyes growing crooked as he smiles. ]

I'm Thoma.