"Ah... kindred marked men you are, odd at least that you could call the two of you kindred," pointing out the obvious difference between the two, "but all the same, that goes for me as well, we must have at least half of something in common, eh?" Raising his arm to show them the marking, and then going on, "So, I take it you two are up for a drink?" Producing a flask from under his cloak, he takes a swig, then proffers it to them. He'll pass it around, it's a sweet honey tea still hot, he'll then take another swig himself and return it to the cloak. "The night's young, what say we build a fire, sit around and swap a tale or two?" Looking back and forth between the two, he smiles curiously and rests back against the tree.
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