While getting his fill of good food; and yes, the food here at the Hanged Man was as good as the beverages; Dextyr took in the events unfolding around him. Near the door the paniced Monk drew the attention of the 2 warforged, the dwarven cleric, the dragonborn paladin and the Half-orc with static build-up issues. Next to him were the elf and deva avengers, both of whom, like himself had decided that the others could more than handle the monks dielema.
And now enters a rough looking kobold, who's grand bravado was not a usual trait for his kind. '..and now Blade is picking a fight with this Vixo character. Interesting indeed. Seems blade is quick to judge, and even quicker yet to pick a fight. Best I keep on his good side then.' thought Dextyr as he finished off the remainder of his meal.
"So Tristan, do tell, why has one of the 'Lady of the Moon's warriors' come here? I'm guessing you are not from around here, so there must be a reason you travelled to Daunton. You must have a tale of sorts that brought you here, and well, I kind of make it a point of collecting these kind of stories. I am sure that one day I can use the tales of those I meet and combined with the tales of deeds yet to happen I will create an epic tale that bards will sing about for centuries to come". Dextyr finishes off with a hopeful grin in an attempt to get the tight lipped Tristan to open up and unveil a bit of the mystery surrounding the strange Elf.
