Aedger Beinn (Aasimar Cleric)
"I'm Aedgar," he replies, "and whenever you would care for another bottle of wine, I'd be delighted to share it with you. I'll be sure that Mar-lah," emphasizing the 'L', "brings a nice one out. I see this fine establishment has Malukian Estates on the shelf over there. I've never been disappointed with the conversation that surrounds a bottle of Malukian."
He signals to Blue, "Blue, why don't you be a gentleman, and help Mr. Vax finish his noble quest? And then you may want to head up to the room for awhile. You're looking kind of tired."
Blue lazily gets up from the bench he was sitting on, and keeping his head down, starts reaching a gloved hand towards the fragments of the table, stacking the neatly in the other hand.
He steps around the clatter of Vax trying to carry more parts of the table than his arms will allow, and stands at the bar next to the halfling. "Good day, sir. Rotten luck with the weather we've had recently, no? Must have been even worse on a ship."
He gains the momentary attention of the barkeep and orders, "Not to be a bother, but a hot sandwich please?" As he reaches into his cloak for his coin purse to pay for his meal, and an ale to wash it down with, Aedger's holy symbol gets caught on his arm: two hands, clasped, one human, the other skeletal. He quickly stuffs the symbol back into his shirt.
Turning back to the halfling, "I see that you had assistance in bearing the storm, though. Not to be crass, but I am hungry, and my mind is simply reeling from all this noise, pardon me..." Without even looking at the noisy barabarian trying to pick up the table, "MR. VAX, COULD YOU PLEASE DO THAT A LITTLE MORE QUIETLY? Thank you. Anyway, What I mean to say is that I cannot seem to recall the diety assosciated with that holy symbol. Not that it is important, of course, should you wish to keep your beliefs private, but I tend to find that those who wear such a symbol so proudly, often cannot wait to inform others of their beliefs."
