Xoc looks down at his leg, a tinge of excitement on his face. "First time I've seen divine magic firsthand. Remarkable..." Xoc refastens his leg armor. "In my homeland, my people have never even heard of magic; the gods of their stories are nothing more than myths, and magic nothing more than superstition." Xoc gestures to the halfling. "We had never seen anyone of her kind, nor of yours. Perhaps that's why I'm in Daunton - to see what's out there."
Xoc gestures to a chair. "Come and sit, I believe I owe you a firewater." He calls to the barmaid. "One for the holy man here, and one for the strong-but-silent halfling. She seems to be holding her ale quite well for her size!"
Xoc gestures to a chair. "Come and sit, I believe I owe you a firewater." He calls to the barmaid. "One for the holy man here, and one for the strong-but-silent halfling. She seems to be holding her ale quite well for her size!"