Eusebius wanders over to the bar and orders drinks. He collects a tray and makes his way back to the table. Serving them to those who ordered them, with a smile and a nod, he sits down, drinks deeply from his own tankard, sighs contentedly, then leans forward and says to Razh, "So, friend, when do we set out to reclaim your ancestral home? Was it orcs you said had overrun it? Or something else?"
Nurlan orders a dwarven ale. Eusebius' next comment attracts his attention. "Hmm.. it sounds like you've got quite a story you never talked about in Monemvassia"