The Laughing Dragon
The Bartender nods.
"Aye...Car was her name I recall. It was during childbirth. Her and the babe were both lost. A sad thing that, but still, it don't excuse his behavior on most days."
The bartender moves away, restocking the tankards and then moving to check the wine casks. He goes about his business.
A human approaches Amara smiling. When he gets close-but not too close-he bows.
"That was a fine display of violence milady. I am Roark and I am a...scout of talent you might say. That big sword of yours, I imagine you swing it as fast as you dropped poor Gralton. If you are interested in making some quick coin, I know of an enterprise that would pay. That is of course...if you have no qualms about fighting for money."
Roark looks over Tiberius as well, taking note of the mans armor and flail.
"Is this your companion? I'm sure there's work that could be found for him as well. Are you a fighter lad? Want to make some gold?"
The Bartender moves back toward Tiberius and Amara. Seeing him, Roark shrinks away, I'll be over here if you want to discuss it further," He whispers, keeping an eye on the barkeep, he backs away and takes a seat in the far corner of the Inn. A gnome smoking tobacco from a bright orange pipe sits with him.